Tuesday, July 10, 2012
You and I... In this Beautiful World...
Saturday, April 14, 2012
When searching for your place in this world...
Regained control, revived thoughts and restored goals bring me to you today to share some stark influences of my life. Having spent 17 years of youth, childhood and countless mistakes in India, I hadn’t completely grasped ever what the country had to offer and more importantly, what I had absorbed from it. 7 odd years of my twenties spent in America probably provided a period of better clarity, better absorption; however, it was a period lacking something, something I was only able to truly grasp upon returning to India.
If I were to truly reflect upon the major differences between the two cultures, I’d have to say, there was one I never considered but stood out most. America gave one the ability to be satisfied and content with their life. It showered one with every opportunity possible to make leaps in their career, explore their hobbies and interests and was ever so accommodating to the novice within them. Happiness, however, lay only in the control of the individual rather than anything the land had to offer. For this life also brought with it a lack of enforced societal ties that eventually left the individual in a sea of comforts, shared little with the world while ever longing to do so.
The ruthless drive, constant competition, cutthroat need of survival in India, on the other hand, perhaps wasn’t so rewarding in its opportunities or the acceptance of the beginner, but… It formed a community, a society, and a culture that would never be satisfied in its own achievements. This lifelong inculcated need to excel produced countless winners, countless successful generations, but I question its achievement in creating happiness. Success in the wake of morally questionable directions to create a populated society with a finicky adjuration of its people leaves one, somehow, with a fake sense of joy. This however, gives true reason to the phrase ignorance is bliss.
Pick your poison yourself, as the rest of the world can very well be placed upon the above split canvas. What you gain from culture, what you gain from different lands, will never get even close to what you gain from a five minute story of the stranger who you crossed paths with in your pursuit of Nothingness today.
Stay positive, Stay alive.
Love, Mo
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Ting-Tong...
Describing Mohit to Mo is how this blog took shape. Now it’s time to share with you all, a journey that will eventually lead towards Mo to Mohit. The countdown has begun as I move close to a day that has been awaited almost 7 years now.
A wait that involved always knowing that one day it would come,
A wait that involved proving wrong those who never believed it could come.
A wait that was more of a journey of its own,
A wait that brought a life I could have never known.
This day to come isn’t much different from the one 7 years back.
Little did I know of my life to be then
Life as it was would turn boys into men
I came with anxiety and a will to succeed
I came as a kid and wasn’t much worried
The anxiety hasn’t escaped me as I decide to return
The kid I won’t let escape as it keeps me young
Life likes to remain unknown as it did these years
I sure like its surprises as I hold no fears
As I bid adieu to this phase of life, I look for your blessings and love. I hope to cross paths with you in the near future. Whether you are in America, India or any part of the world, there is house that awaits your visit wherever life takes me.
For now, if you ask me why… it’s a simple urge to have the door bell ring and not know already who is on the other side of the door…
Love,
Mohit
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Mommy.... :-)
Uncertain are actions... To move these rocks...
One thought, so very pure...
Of your sight, always cures...
Peace within, your warmth provides...
The calm it brings, a pure delight...
Smile today... Do smile always...
Thoughts I'll conquer... Shadowed by your grace...
Close to you... I'll always be...
My rock you are... I lean by thee...
Thoughts conquered... Peace attained...
Love you mom... Shine or rain...
Love, Mo
PS: Thanks, Christine...
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
If my silence spoke...
With courage & fear... It would whisper few...
I would like to meet you... I really would...
I would like to know you... The best I could...
In your search... I abandoned words...
You know best... How to break the curse...
In your presence... The rhymes begin...
When you're gone... I scream within...
I am quiet today... For you to see...
You are my voice... My soul to be...
If I know you... As I have come to know...
My silence will break... To you I'll owe...
If my silence spoke... It would say to you...
With courage & fear... It would whisper few...
Love,
Mo
Sunday, November 28, 2010
A friend in sight...
A thought misplaced...
Crawling into the night...
Nightmares stuck in your sight...
Comes along a smile...
Comforts your mind...
Battles your frown...
Turns your thought around...
A smile on your face...
Dreams back to a steady pace...
You crawl into the night...
With a new friend in sight...
Love,
Mo
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The Innocence of a Mature Soul
A discussion on the guilt of losing one’s culture, a lovely response to my question “What’s new with you, Mumbai?” from a close friend and my recent trip to India have caused me to reflect today. A reflection that concluded on what I consider to be a strong paradox; The Innocence of a Mature soul.
Let’s break it down a bit.
Recently, a friend expressed guilt in loving a lifestyle too much; A lifestyle much different from the one they grew up in. Guilt because they felt they were losing their culture. The movie spanglish, quotes a mother asking her daughter, "Is what you want for yourself to become someone very different than me?". Is it really wrong to lose attributes of one's culture and accept others instead. Should active proponents of traditional India be allowed to stop you from celebrating valentine's? Are you sad when you see yourself speaking a different language more often than your mother tongue? I questioned myself, Should I be guilty too? Am I losing my Indian culture? What makes me Indian?
Now, here are a few snippets of Mumbai from my friend’s response. She says Mumbai has a place for both dwellers of paradise and dwellers of hell. Only that, they each receive just the opposite. Every possible cuisine served in restaurants filled with people wearing every possible fashion statement gives, dare I say, a very westernized feeling of diversity. And yet, traditions thrive, elders are respected and temples filled day and night. We dare speak back to our elders. We keep our religious fasts and maintain our faith in superstitions. Only in Mumbai, would one go to a forced family gathering by day and still be able to go party the night out on one’s free will. Extending a similar comparison to metro cities and other smaller cities developing all over India, I questioned myself again; what does it mean to be Indian? What is Indian culture?
A few days back, I uploaded an album from my trip to India on facebook. I titled it, India Unplugged. I did so, as I felt the pictures shared provided me with raw emotions that held the intensity to shake my world up. Mumbai, friends and most importantly family – the pictures summed up my entire emotional being. The selfless expression of love and the sharing of feelings I felt there, I am sorry to say is not achievable in any western use of the phrase, “I love you” and is unrivaled by any spontaneous intimate gestures. Mumbai, today, has achieved a unique standing in the world, where you are close enough to contribute to a developing nation and yet distant enough to live a developed lifestyle. Mumbai offers you an educated developed lifestyle that makes people live a logic driven self interest life without actually letting you disconnect from a culture that puts people first; People for whom you live an emotional, illogical journey thus completely balancing your life.
MUMBAI is where a mature soul re-cultivates its innocence.
To answer the aforementioned questions,
What is culture? – Indian, American or from any part of the world, YOUR culture is merely what you attribute as your stepping stones. Be proud to have this heritage from the entire world without a shred of guilt of being selective in your adaptations of the one you were born in.
Who am I? – A global citizen of mother Earth, loving every instance of what this beautiful world has to offer, accepting every attribute that applies to me and refining my soul.
As always, I highly appreciate your time in giving my thoughts your time and consideration. Comments, rebuttals, feedback very welcome.
Love,
Mohit Khadaria