what would we do if google did not exist

or even better the internet did not exist?

today we can find our friends in fourth standard almost within seconds, provided that we remember their names. Just find them on google with the complete name a little effort and there you are oh yes!!! i have found my friend and now i can connect. it is so wonderful. our brain has to use less memory for this. I must be having some 350 friends on facebook. this gives me an accoutn of how many people i can connect to. I have so much of wealth of friends. I get to know all whats happening in their lives without seeing them physically.
I want to know about something and post a search on google i find it on wiki or anything. I can be connected to knowledge all the time..
could i even imagine this 20 years back when i was a kid? no. I could not have thought of writing my words to the world like i am doing today.
I am just in debt to all those who make this system work for me as a small constituent of the world.
should i say thank you God for sending in Google?

human labour?

i am in gurgaon currently. the conveyance here are the cycle rickshaws. it is truly very disheartening to see these skinny people actually dragging the rickshaws. meaning they drag the weight of the rickshaws + themselves+ carriage + you. God!!..And I think it is exploitation of the human labor. today I actually saw the bruised legs of the rickshaw driver and felt so damn guilty for hiring him and got him a medicine for them. His legs were actually bleeding. He smirked on this act of mine. (did he want to say what is this medicine gonna help for?)I wowed not to hire the cycle rickshaw ever.

I shared these views with people here and they said how else would these earn their bread. Where are the Human rights people? How can I help? i don't know.

On second thoughts: I saw this person bleeding and my heart cried. But then what about the immense physical labor people put in building up a mansion/ house. I stay in such shelters.
Moreover, what about the immense mental labor that people put in so that my blog functions. These titbit's i write are read by everyone. There are so many problems faced by the software specialists, the people with loads of mental labor. Only that I cannot see it directly as I saw the person's feet bleeding today.

it then sometimes comes to my mind, how and who will define the limits of human rights in labour? why does physical labour only come in this arena. what about the immense pressure and deaths/ high blood pressure/ high tension caused due to unrealistic deadlines given to humans by the humans?

To lie or not to lie is the question..

Honesty is the best policy. you have to produce hundreds of lies to keep one.....
Yeah that's what we learn in the school. There are boards that are hung up on the walls of the room where in we lie to teacher when we don't do are homework. We lie when were talking and got caught. This phenomenon of getting caught then lying or is it about lying for not getting caught..
i don't say i've never lied in my life. I have as a kid.. It was then that my mom always (sometimes, in fact many times i was thrashed up) tried to tell me not to lie..
This constant telling in by everyone around and so much of lying in the childhood, I think has made me a better adult. Today i strictly hate lies and can tell if the person in front of me is lying or not.
And to my surprise I find the people that lie, get away with the situation.They then fake smiles/ laughter(that surprises me a lot.. as nothing hilarious is actually going on).People try to use their charm...Their job at that moment is done.I do not know what long term disadvantages they face..If I have to lie, I definitely feel bad. Do they? or is it just normal for them? I do not know.

But I feel i am at peace of my own mind by speaking the truth. yeah maybe this is the answer. I should be truthful for the peace of my own mind. It is not about getting caught/ not. It is more about what remains in the mind, debris or bloom.

Human communication

These days i see this creation of human visual communication happening on a very human level..
This is intriguing right?.. I am in Shanghai and do not understand Chinese at all..the very first day, i was afraid about how would i communicate.. but then when i went in and met people, i felt there were means of communication even more strong than normal language..i had known about it for a long time..but experience makes one more equipped to face life..
I came home walking alone asking people for directions how i would do in India. Just using gestures with hands and eyes. But i don’t know how people understood me and I understood them. I got the very right direction and i reached home.
Even better was when i actually was talking to the baby sitting next to me in the train. We both had a long conversation. We both went on with gestures and touch... the baby understood better. The baby’s mind was not conditioned with thoughts and language sounds.. there is this anonymous communication within humans and humans with other living beings.
Sometimes, it comes to my mind what would happen if this conditioning was done or maybe done in the right way? (again who will say what is right).. would there had been a different world . I don’t know why but I am liking this anonymity within the known realms of the world.

Flies on our(?) food

there goes a fly..
runs around the food.
gets in his own food
and disturbs ours..
we think the fly made our food bad.. because we think the fly is bad.
why?
because it sits on anything and come..
what if the flies form a colony of only being staying clean and living around in the house .. what if they informed us that they are gonna be clean?
Will we allow them to stay?

It just came to mind.. we decide everything on the trust that a person builds, or in this case the fly would build.. but then will our minds which are so conditioned accept the fact there is a clean soceity of flies which can survive on very little chunks of food in our house..they survive and we do??
Whose is the food by the way? ours? who makes the food? the basic grain?
nature .. then is it the fundamental right of the fly to eat even witout asking us?

Rohini and Ketki

ketki came to support me whenever i was in trouble irrespective of her appointments. there was a time when she even shared a room with me just to support me. she has been a friend from 6 years now. she was with me on the day my mom died. it gave me so much of a morale boosting.
rohini is a new friend. but i can see the amount of care she imparts. i am feeling so supported and good because of her. she keeps laughing and smiling. she wants make me smile and make me more comfortable in life.
what is it that make them help me? i think its the purity of their heart. they endorse the importance of having friends. they are so very important.
what is it that makes friends. there are times when you simply click with a person and stay together. you simply feel so much trust in that person.
sometimes it just comes to mind, where does this divinty of friendship come from. from wherever but it truly beautiful. people comfort each other and express love. what on the earth is true love? i think this is what it it. being for another person so selflessly.
thanks a ton rohini and thanks a tonn ketki.(i know they will not even like me saying thanks)but i definitely i owe them so much.thanks to God too for giving me such good friends on this earth.

life and death

I just read this in the Times of India

Death is separation of the soul from the physical body. Death becomes the starting point of a new and better life. Death merely opens the door to
Soul-body separationa higher form of life; it is only the gateway to a fuller life.

Birth and death are jugglery of maya. He who is born begins to die. He who dies begins to live. Life is death and death is life. Birth and death are merely doors of entry and exit on the stage of this world. In reality no one comes, no one goes. Brahmn or the eternal alone exists.

Just as you move from one house to another house, the soul passes from one body to another to gain experience. Just as a man casting off worn-out garments takes new ones, so the dweller in this body, casting off worn-out bodies, enters into others that are new.

and I also read, you become fearless when you lose what you feared the most. is it that your responsibility towards the most posessed reduces?
I think my mom's death has made me understand (i knew it but knowing by reading somewhere and understanding is different)that the body we live in is so immaterial. It is just there. whats more important is the soul. I do not know whether it stays but the deeds do.

was just reading a lot on all this since my mom's death. felt like sharing on the web.