Life is an illusion

 If there is any task I have encountered in my life which resembles the life of sisyphus, it is gradle build - that is compiling my android program using a software called gradle. It will eat up gigabytes of downloads. It will download millions of library packages. It will do so many magical things. Finally to tell you that 'gradle build failed'. And you try to change gradle version, importing gradle, cleaning up the cache. Even cleaning your home. No use - it WONT build. But that was past. Today I tried building my ' memory ' app. And as usual the task failed with a silly message that the word 'compile' is unknown or something. Aha, typical gradle. Doesn't understand compile - if it is not compiling what the hell is it doing. But just for the heck of it, I tried googling the exact error message. Not 4000 words, just the keywords. Voila, it told me that  the newer option is to use keyword implementation instead of compile. And changing the word, compiled the...

 As I lamented on multiple occasions, I have lost the ability to read a book - fiction, non-fiction, critical essay, poetry .. any type.  So I have adopted another technique - audio books. I religiously pay the subscription fees each month for audible. And I listen to some books. Some days. While I am walking.  Interestingly enough, one book I completed listening and was really captivated was 'My experiments with truth' - the autobiography of Gandhiji. Initially I was listening to Hindi version, then continued with English version.  The style of writing is good without being pedantic - which often happens with autobiographies. And more importantly it also educates us on the history of our freedom struggle.  After finishing that book, I have started to listening to 'the discovery of India'. Which is even better. Well, Nehru is a great writer and the subject matter is history.  I am liking it.  So much so that, I searched around, downloaded a few books, ...

Stranger and stranger events keep happening - a racist, misogynist person convicted of 34 criminal cases and many more, a person responsible for insurrection has been elected back as the president of richest and strongest nation in the world. And we lamented our election! I was reading a post on Twitter about how the people who are fans of such and such a political party are idiots. I would change it a little bit. People who are fans of any politician or a political party, anywhere in the world are not very smart individuals. Easily swayed, unwilling to employ their gray cells and followers of herd.  And unwilling to see the flaws (flaws there in plenty) in their idol. But that is what a fan is. A fan is devoted to his 'God' in every possible way and sees him as a God on earth.  But in good old days there were fans of movie stars and sportsmen only. Not fans of politicians. And the people they idolized could not do much harm. And the future of entire country and of generations...

Legend : After Mahabharatha war, Pandavas were advised to seek the forgiveness by Lord Shiva. As they had committed fratricide, brahmahatya and many many other cides. That is what is war for you - it makes you kill your family. Say no to war - say it to Israel and Russia.  So as they had killed their cousins, their teacher and their grandfather, they come in search of Shiva to Kashi. Lord Shiva is angry by their sins and is in no mood to pardon them. So he goes to GuptaKashi disguised as a bull - Nandi and hides among other cattle.  Pandavas follow him there. Bhima grows in stature and size and forces all the cattle to walk between his legs. Of course Lord Shiva wouldn't do that. Now Bhima catches Nandirupi Shiva by his hind legs and tail. And the Lord disappears from there. He appears in 6 different places - hump at Kedarnath, face at Rudranath, arms at Tungnath, navel and stomach at Madhyamaheshwar and the locks at Kalpeshwar.  Vishwanath Temple in Guptakashi The temple...

I climbed 5 kms of the steep Himalyan hill to reach Yamunotri. Correction - I was carried by 4 people in this uphill climb. Not in a wheelchair, but in a chair attached to 4 poles - a kind of palanquin. Four men were supposed to carry me after my death, not when I was hale and healthy. And if I was unable to climb the hill, why on earth would I want to go to this holy place. I don't think I will ever get a little bit punya by this act.  Then something happened. I got down from this doli to cover last 50 meters or so by walk. I started shivering, and I could not control the shiver and started whimpering. The same doli carriers, helped me by giving me hot tea and asking me to rub my palms vigorously. And then taking me to the hot spring. Who says humanity does not exist? You find it unexpected places and situations.  But then once in the temple, a priest almost dragged us by hand and performed a puja in our names. OK, that is good. We semi-believers deserved that. But what was n...

Ganga Arati- we are sitting in the charan of Ganga maa And suddenly the dry and dirty river starting flowing with gutso.  So much so that a lady and a man sitting in one of the bottom steps had to climb to upper ones lest they flow away (and acquire eternal liberation). In its gush, it has brought all kinds of garbage. My worry was, what if the water flow increases suddenly and we are unable to come out of water.  Or there is a stampede and we become yet another religious stampede statistics.  Luckily any of these didn’t happen- as there was no cloudburst or even a tiny bit of rain that day. The authorities must have released water for Arati or because it was a special day- a full moon day. I must have been the only person holding such sinful thoughts - people were busy singing 'jai ganga ma'. Oh, we love to say jai - as we hardly ever get this jai - victory.  And the security is busy trying to collect 'daan' from gullible devotees.  I have a tiny little questio...