Chanakya Niti for dummies – चाणक्य निति

chanakyaOther day I borrowed Sun Tzu “Art of war” from my corporate library, and immediately thought sprang up why Chanakaya isnt that popular for his strategies and teachings. This immediately led to google search, a gist of that 30 minutes search

Chanakya  c. 370–283 BCE) was an Indian teacher, philosopher and royal advisor.Originally a professor of economics and political science at the ancient Takshila University

Key points of Chanakya niti :

सुखस्य मूलं धर्मः – The basis of happiness is ethics

धर्मस्य मूलं अर्थः The basis of ethics is resources

अर्थस्य मूलं राज्यं  The basis of resources is Kingdom (enterprise)

राज्य मूलं इन्द्रिय जय  The basis of enterprise is rooted in conquering the body organs

इन्द्रियजयासा मूलं विनयः  The conquest of the organs lies in training /discipline

विनयसा मूलं वृद्धापोसेवा  Humility is rooted in serving the elder

वृद्धापोसेवा विजनं  Worldly Knowledge is learned from serving the elder

विजनेना आत्मम सम्पदेयेत Equip yourself fully with worldly knowledge

सम्पदितातामा  जितात्मा भवति  One who has acquired knowledge is the one who has conquered himself.

जितात्मा सर्व्वर्थे संयुजयते The self conquered should endow himself with all resources

Day 26 : At common capital

@Chandigarh, Punjab

This day.Hmmm nothing much here. Just sitting in quilt with no agenda, no work. Chillax it was. Getting out only to be greeted by awesome awesome chicken by Ammi.Yum.

Talking of Chandigarh and Panchkula, it is always pleasure to see such logically and beautifully developed city in India. Good job Mr. Frechman.

And yeah that son-ov-a went 1100 Kms all alone to Ladakh. DivX #respect

between Sandman and error detection…

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such

Although I liked a few folk pretty well
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch
for brave men died and empires rose and fell
for love, girls follow boys to foreign lands
and men have followed women into hell
In plays and poems someone understands
there’s something makes us more than blood and bone
And more than biological demands
for me love’s like the wind unseen, unknown
I see the trees are bending where it’s been
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown
I really don’t know what I love you means
I think it means don’t leave me here alone
-Neil Gaiman


“All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I’m gone
Flowers gathered in the evening,
Afternoon they blossom on;
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I’m gone”
-The kindly ones




I would have added more of his writings but yeah the space constraints,

And ideally I should be dwelling into cyclic redundancy check and detection of errors, Sandman is more enthralling and ironically tangible. 😛

Now that is the sad part of getting out of your room and coming to a secluded silent corner in the library, your mind dwells in the plethora of books and missing literary opportunities, instead of a plain mugging up of lectures of wireless. A struggle of its kind, when right and left side are at war, and you sit behind reclusively observing altercation. Or sketch in your notebook, thinking of comics you will someday or never do…a movie to finish of a role model, and lectures of mit from other role model…a WC quater final match… Gosh…so much to do and so little time…. and you gulp two cups of coke making up for innocent water which surprisingly is pain in the ass to get here..shucks! persist dear and lights will guide you home….


But where shall wisdom be found? And where is the place of understanding?
Man knoweth not the price thereof; neither is it found in the land of the living…
No mention shall be made of coral or of pearls: for the price of wisdom is above rubies.

-(The Book of Job, 28:12, 13,18)

Hamlet at Assi Ghat “यह India में कुछ भी हो सकता है . ससुर एक हड्डी ले बैठ गए , जनता तमाशा देखने आ गयी ”

It was a lazy day starting early morning at 10:45 AM, I reclined on winter sun on the swing and like a septuagenarian was reading newspaper with lukewarm tea. And then it happened,

“wtf! Hamlet on Assi Ghat. You got to be kidding me. But there  it was, as it usually happens in La Kashi bunch of firangs always start doing strange stuffs here.”

But yeah it reminded me of my days in South, when I would rush to any theatre performance so within minutes I was hustling to Assi Ghat. It turned out that they were doing a mime on Hamlet and posed 24hours non stop with a human skull(OMG)

So here I was on assi ghat, and one benarasi at chai commented

“यह  India में  कुछ  भी  हो  सकता  है . ससुर  एक  हड्डी  ले  बैठ  गए , जनता  तमाशा  देखने  आ  गयी ”

(In India anything is possible, bloody sat with a skull and people are flocking around.)

I would leave the rest as picture blog.But all said it was sweet but still couldnt stop humming song lyrics of Indian Ocean ” देश मेरा रंगरेज़ रे  बाबु”


Illegitimi non carborundum

It’s that kind of dream where you wake up crying, the magnanimity of loss is too overwhelming and you just can’t contain it. And after a second or two, a consolation of reality dawns upon you. It was just a dream, thank God. He saw his mother dead in his dreams and he was all shattered. A nightmare.
Sometimes he thought was this his ability or inability to cope with his mind. Yes, he had an enhanced receptor at his side, but then he also needed a deciphering manual for that. Dreams. He realized the power of dreams and was the one who never let a signal fade away.

He moved around to do his usual chores but there was something brewing in his subconscious memory. He felt now capable enough to move to next level, where he should now try to be first person instead of being a mere third person spectator. But this thing he had never tried before, may be a recent Hollywood flick burned a question mark in his mind’s board. Why can’t I talk to my projections, maybe I am already talking but then I need to be a more solid talkative dreamer. Lucid dreaming, he knew about the word from another flick based on lucid dreaming concept. And when he dozed off for few moments, an evening siesta or a power nap, he did a bit of lucid dreaming. But a full frontal with that, this needs something.

He looked around to search for friends or acquaintance with whom he can discuss this, but as expected there were none, Most of them were slithering in corporate gutters of some MNCs. The better the name/fame, better the stench. Others were fighting to get into big guns of education, few satisfied with the ivies of India, other building up their so called profile for the international varsity. Few were too engrossed with themselves, even to think of these things. Others too happy with their beaus and peeps. He hated his position, of being out of this crowd, of trying to merge with this faceless crowd donning formals. He was afraid of losing his identity in this mage. It was a dumb charade game, he had to play with himself to find what his self was up to. He silently smirked at this comparison. Brilliant wasn’t it?

He was a dreamer, he dreamt of gondolas and pyramids and ghats. He dreamt of French Riviera and himalyan untouched land. Those unimaginable verdant greens. He dreamt of deep sea and the glory of it. The purest of turquoise blue. He wanted to climb Kilimanjaro and everest.
He questioned his religion and desperately yearned for tete-a-tete with god. He preferred a free bird if you call him so. His heart wanted to feel the sense with which humans were endowned. That one thing that made creator to think, what can I put into it to make it one of the best creation. Yes he would have marveled at his work. Yes he still marvels at this avant garde of his.

The boy felt a surge to get into a groove where he can get this marvelous thing back into the heart of mankind. That one thing which was losing its essence, the thing which was lost in layers as a man grew. He wanted to feel the common chord that ran through this planet. The thing that made hearts beat, and wind flutter. He knew his destiny lied in this, he was meant to do this and travel places and have experiences which were never experienced before.

He wanted to quench his travel lust, in the corridors of Angor Vat, feel the breeze in courtyard of Harvard, the feel of business suit at wall street, the rustic of Africa, civilization of Europe and see the earth from space. That one inc. that will be connecting millions and millions, that one inc. that will save that original spirit.

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