In defence of laziness

Hello brothers,

Exactly what is laziness? Why do people call us good-for-nothing? Let us clear the air.

Laziness is a state of mind, which is precariously hanging between the plasma state and enlightenment. It is that fine difference between my art teacher and Picasso, between my physical trainer in school and Hitler, this is that fine difference between this blog and others in the blogger world. This difference is what brings character, this difference is what makes people or object stands out. Laziness is precisely that difference between ‘close to enlightenment’ and enlightened.

Hence, all seekers, as a pre-condition, must be lazy.

Laziness is also multi-dimensional. It is like Shri Krishna. Laziness shows itself in different form to different people.

For seekers, it is a way to enlightenment. For enlightened people, laziness is a genre of postures. It is that same ladder through which you go up and come down. Once removed, you hang in the air like Lara Croft in the not-so-recent Tomb Raider game, Anniversary (thanks to the technical glitch).

If you are lazily active enough, you can go to the terrace and stare at the stars without even having the need to blink. When your eye muscles get tired, it blinks automatically. You can continue staring at those sparkles till the sun comes up and the resultant heat forces you to find a shelter and practice the same yoga, this time staring at the fast moving blades of the ceiling fan. The art is to watch and not to think. For thinking is activity and enlightened people know the futility of activity.

Of course we are not enlightened, otherwise this blog would not have existed, for we are enduring this pain to write and you as a reader is far from getting enlightenment in this birth, for you are reading it. Bon courage.

But enlightened people, like the other non-active members of this blog, are rumored to have received invitation from our team-leader 20 Box. And despite our cheerleader Anando’s scantily clad dances (which is often followed by 18 hours of blissful snoring), they are still staring at their inboxes and wondering whether to hold the mouse and execute the pain of ‘click’ to accept the invitation. Of course, everybody knows how many muscles are involved in this west-invented clicking exercise (if you still don’t know why don’t you do some google?)

That is too much of a task for sure and our enlightened friends know the futility of it. They are like wise Indians. When a churan-wallah enters the train compartment and offers sample of his latest product for the commuters to test, everybody spread their palms. The small spoonful churan enters their stomach, if not heart, promptly. Even if they don’t like the test, they will spread their palms again for free sample. But they will never buy any packet.

Our enlightened members too watched our cheerleader Anando’s topless chaddhi-flaunting dances and went home … to stare at the invitation link but not to click it, even by accident.

‘Laziness,’ mitron, is a very recent coinage in our country. It could be ancient in the western world. Funny enough, the West has two concepts where everybody should fit in --‘winner’ or ‘looser.’ All the seekers are ‘loosers’ cause they don’t have a car to drive down to the nearest coffee shop. Let’s ignore those nincompoops. All the seekers in our country, as we know already, fall in ‘lazy’ category. Hail laziness. 

In our divine country, laziness was always associated with enlightenment. We used to call it ‘dhyana.’ We have excellent words to describe the sub-sets of this dhyana. Take for example the concept called ‘samadhi’, which, if you translate in English is ‘burial,’ how insensitive.

But our foolish Indian brothers, under the influence of their MNC masters, are increasingly becoming active. This particular development is bothersome. Shall we conclude that there is no scope for introspecting one’s inner self? Shall we conclude that what we see through our already established ‘one of the weakest eyes in animal kingdom’ is only worth investigating and celebrating? Are we not dragging the human civilization down the forgettable path by closing down the R&D of our inner self? How can you develop your inner self if you are not lazy?

How can you have dialogues with your inner self if you are not wrapped up in a shawl turning your back to the sun, warming up in a December winter, sipping a cup of tea, atom by atom, for hours? Those wise active people mean to say that they know more about atoms than us? The atom concept is ours, so is the zero. It should be our conscious endeavor to come close to that zero. It’s a daunting task.

Zero is such a mighty state that only a handful in the entire human race has achieved that. Those who managed to touch that magic number became Buddha. Was that possible if Buddha didn’t sit under that famed banyan tree in modern day Bihar for months? You call it laziness? We call it the mother of all achievement.

Next time when somebody calls you lazy, brother, just smile at him. For hitting him you have to raise your hand, that’s too much of a task.

Remember, non-activity is the ultimate activity, the way to Moksha, the Maha-parinirvaan. Anand, Anand.

Poor Soul is now tired of mumbai

Hi ..

After seems like centuries i'm writing , with mission of nothing but to show my friends how hard i'm trying to survive in mumbai (and again without any mission). Although we have our beloved Baba who evertimes says that another 5 yrs in mumbai and he will retired (saying this for almost decade now). I'm trying hard to survive here. God bless Niks who joined me some months ago, or else i wud have definately left mumbai for sure. After baroda, in mumbai my soul has gone more lazy. I wud like to mention one recent incident. On Diwali, i prompted Niks to clean up the house. The deal was the will broom up the home and i will mop it up. However after niks had brommed up, i said Today is Diwali and nobody is going to come to our home. Tommorow is New Year and it will be wise to clean up tommorow only. And as ususal tommorow never comes.

Well guys laziness now is now so enrooted in my lazy bones that, even when i have my 4 days off; I didn't even move from my home. Even now we guys have started ordering food at home. Who wants to take pain to walk some 500 meters for food, when "Home Delievery" facility is provided by almost everyone. Going to office is like max 10 mins walking distance, but again then what will happen to Rickshawalas. Its we who have to run there economy and hence i promptly take Autorickshah to office. Now but working for my office has took ever bit of enthusiam out of me and now i think i have to awake my previous incarnation. So that i can finally get some way out of here.

PS: Guys i'm writing this post not of frustration, but beacuae nobody have posted since March. So i thught let it be me . keep posting. Esp. Baba and Sabu ur writing rocks.

The lazy Kumar

Our friend Kumar needs no introduction. Before his present incarnation, the last time he came on this earth was in 14th century. It must be a painful experience for this great soul. So, he decided to take rest for the next 4 centuries. Now, he has come back again, obviously without any mission.

Everything around Kumar moves, except him. He is a man with no mission. There is nothing which can inspire him to do something. Inactivity is his prime activity. He likes to discuss all kinds of issues in a leisurely manner. Time moves on, he doesn’t. He never decides, only reacts.

People of all age group love him for being a patient listener to their problems. He offers no solutions, he just listens. They like him for that. He never tries to dominate. He doesn’t look like a man of this earth. He is never jealous. He seems to have no desire. He never tries to impress. He is not artificial. He is steady.
Kumar likes to sleep. On weekdays, he manages to get only 10 hours sleep. This upsets him. He tries to make up for the lost sleep on weekends, but that’s not enough for this ancient soul.

Having missed last few centuries, he doesn’t like to live in a city. He is a man whose soul lives in a village. He doesn’t like complicated things. He doesn’t like to travel by train, bus or for that matter anything. For him, time has stopped in 14th century.

Work irritates him. Computers puzzle him. Technology tortures him. Kumar, oh Kumar.

America !!

Power of “No Idea, Sir”

A leading business newspaper is running a campaign called “the power of ideas.” It makes me laugh. Because, from my personal experience, I know the “power of no idea.”


This was almost a decade back, when I was doing graduation in electrical engineering. Those were the most difficult years of my life. I was a very bad student and my concepts were pathetic. Despite sincere efforts from my friends to explain things in the simplest manner possible, I was unable to grasp most of the things.

In the first semester, the problem was not very acute. During vivas, when I couldn’t answer most of their answers, my professors used to advise me to take a change in civil engineering. I told them, “Sir, I will try hard and learn.” They were not very optimistic.

In the second semester, I had my first real encounter with electrical engineering, when I had to study “Electrical Engineering I”. (three more followed after that in subsequent semesters). The only thing, I could learn was Ohm’s law: I = V/R. That too only the mathematical expression. The exact definition was out of my reach. But, my kind-hearted professor gave me 20 marks out of 50, the minimum to clear the viva exam. He told me, “You have at least tried to draw the circuit diagram. I hope you will learn something next year.” I thanked him profusely and promised to do my best.

However, despite my attempts, I could not understand most of the things. In the second year, I had more electrical engineering subjects. (In the first two years of engineering all the streams have lot of common subjects like maths, physics, engineering drawing, applied mechanics etc etc. So, there are only few subjects in the first two years of your own branch.) By that time, I could no longer hide my weaknesses and professors were also not that kind. They expected certain amount of knowledge from a second year student. Sometimes, they will take viva of 2-3 students at a time. I was happy in those vivas, because they used to get only a limited time to insult me during those vivas. Invariably, to any question from my professors, my answer would be “no idea, sir.” After 2-3 questions, they will get frustrated and tell me, “What do you know? Ok, tell us what’s Ohm’s law?” I would promptly say, " I=V/R." They will demand the exact definition, which obviously I didn’t know. But, they kept faith in me and pushed me in the third year. That’s it.

After that, there was no mercy whatsoever. In all the vivas, my answer to most of the questions would be “no idea, sir.” But, somehow, that answer helped and I managed to clear all the vivas and finally became an engineer. Obviously, it was not in 4 years. I struggled for 6 years and 4 months to complete my course. However, since then, I have always known the “power of no idea.”

Just like that

dear enlightment seekers, I am back after a long interval, hoping to write sth worth reading, but it seems that my empty mind has nothing to offer. My Mumbai stint is stretching out too long and there is no end to my stay here, i have accepted this fact and trying to live in peace and tranquility. I am bound with lots of work (professional), still during weekends try to unwind myself. I believe my dear frds, wherever they are must be fit and fine. I am now planning to put down my knowledge in the field of technology in a new blog i am planning to start. Let's see how does it pan out. ok mitron, so do well, live happily.

see you tata

Lazy Guru

24/7

I am bored to death. Doing same things again and again. Day after day. Day in and day out. As they say 24/7. It’s a torturous existence. If this is what they call highest form of life, I think it’s better not to have it.

Wake up in the morning, brush your teeth, go to toilet, take bath. It’s boring man. Why do you need to brush your teeth every morning, 365 days a year? Just to prevent some bad smell and because your teeth appears white? I don’t think there is any other reason why people brush their teeth besides that. Taking bath everyday. Why? You feel fresh and if you use a soap to clean your body, it will not smell. Then there is that greatest drama -- eating and shitting. What’s the use? Why do you need to eat everyday? Just to keep your body functioning. And to do what? That boring routine stuff again and again. Is there any meaning?

Wash your cloths every week and iron it. Repeat the same thing every weekend. Go to office every week, repeat the same foolishness everyday. Crack those same boring jokes again and again and pretend that you are enjoying the process. In your heart, you know that it’s meaningless. Your job is useless. The only thing you want is the salary you get at the end of every month. And what do you do from that money? Repeat the same boring things again and again. Buy new cloths (which will become old after few months), buy a new cell phone or a video game, buy a car, buy some more junk stocks, drink liquor, go to pubs, go to discotheques, watch those silly movies with your girlfriends. And still at the end of it all, life remains as boring as ever.

Somebody will read books, listen to music, remain active in those silly social networking sites, claim to do yoga. But, they are also as miserable as the other regular types, who live their boring life.

Every week, make phone calls to your loved ones and get assured that they are still alive. What’s the point? They will call you to find out the same. Does it make any difference whether you remain alive or not? Even when you are dead, only a few people will miss you, if at all. That too maximum for 12 days. Then they will say the “the show must go on”. And what’s that show? Eating and shitting, taking bath, brushing teeth, going to office, going to pub, buying a new gizmo, playing a new video game, sex, music, games….

Not interested, brothers

I have nothing against gays. In fact, I am quite ok with them. But, my only condition is that they should not bother me. I don’t know what do they see in me? I am not good looking. I am not macho. I am also not those “sensitive” types. In short, I don’t think I have anything which should attract a gay towards me.

But, despite all my negatives, once in a while, I still find somebody with that peculiar look and inviting gestures. In the past too, I had some serious encounters with gays. It was not easy to escape. I had to show some real strength of character and complete disinterest. Even then, they had some hopes to win my heart (and much more) in future.

It’s my humble request to all the gays in this world not to approach me. I am not interested, brothers.