Path Integral Formulation of Your life

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Summer and Sexuality

Come summer and sea side becomes a galore of nakedness. People here do a good workout during winters and spring so that they get a nice figure which is available on show by summers.

Today it here in Trieste its 27 deg, a nice excuse to cast of clothes. People here have great figures and are eager to show it. Sun bath is another reason to be half naked. In fact one does feel good if people around you notice your attractiveness. Both the displayer and the observer are happy. The same thing happens in Circus. The artists feel happy when their performance is appreciated. The audience feels happy as they get a chance to see the great show of a incredible artist . I love to watch these shows, but given my busy schedule, I only am able to see it from the bus which runs along the sea side. great it is

Indians Abroad

Few days back I made a trip to Rome. It was just a one day trip and I returned by the night train. Mt train from Rome was is night with a 10:50 departure. I spend a long time waiting at the station’s waiting room. Then I decided to come to the platform from where the train would leave. On my way to platform I met some Indians. I just saw them but didn’t communicated.

They were looking quite modern. Children communicating in very good English ascent, gave a clue to me that they must be UK based. Few minutes later it my guess turned out to be right.

At the platform, both me and them raced towards the empty bench. The bench was luckily big enough to accommodate me and some of them. There were two woman, two men and two kids. One woman was trying to be very stylish, every now and then moving her hands trough her hairs. Her husband was brought up in UK ans was as likely trying to be very English. What caught my attention most was, both husband an wife were criticizing strongly about the various things in India. They started with the facility of trains, saying they are not comfortable and secure. The other couple was trying to be against them, and thus were putting points in favor of Indian government.

At that point hearing all that I felt bad, but when I later thought over it again, I realized that to some extent the criticism is valid. Certainly for a person who has been brought up with such luxuries with definitely complain on the arrival of any discomfort, because the mind has been trained to live in comfort and luxury.

I wondered has India been also full with luxury and free from problems, such criticism will have no place.

Beautiful Girls

Few days back I was traveling in bus when I encountered a Tourist who came to visit Trieste. She was damn beautiful, tall, thin legs etc. etc ?? because I do not know how to exactly describe her. Well when she entered the bus, all the men turned their faces towards her. Even women looked at her with contempt. She was new to town, her facial structure was quite different from Triestenian girls, majority of whom have same form and dressing style.

She wanted to get down at the Train station, but being unaware of the routes and stops, she started inquiring about it from various men. I looked her movements carefully and was examining her behavior. She was quite confident in approaching anyone and asking with demanding looks. I wondered what make her so confident and a thought came to my mind.

Beautiful girls thinks that their beauty is the price that they paying and thus they feel free to ask, talk etc. Which in case of other persons is not true.

Parcel from my Sister on Rakhi

Few days back my sister send me a parcel. Her busy schedule did not give any chance to her of informing me from before. It was while I was talking to my mom that she informed be about it that I will soon receive a parcel on Rakhi by my sister. I was excited about it.

For the past few days I didn’t check my mail box. My office is located in a different building, while the mail boxes are put in the main building. Unless some official work brings me to main building, I never go to see the mail box. After I heard from my mom about the parcel. I went the same day to see if I have received any thing. On entering the room where mail boxes are kept, I found a yellow packet lying in my mail box. I quickly collected it and went to my office to have a look. On my way I thought that it must have arrived earlier, only I checked it now. On reaching my office, I was very eager to open it soon and see what I have recived. At first instance I thought of opening it only after I have reached home, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I quickly opened it, and what a surpise ? I received Parle-G biscuits and Nan-khatai with rakhi and a soveinor fron New York and a small card with best wishes… Vow that was so lovely and touching. After gazing it for sometime, I closed it. Soon I left for home.

On reaching home, and after finishing the dinner, I was again excited to have a glimpse of the parcel. I closed the door of my room, jumped on my cushy bed and reopened the parcel, this time I was more happy, as if a kid has just got a gift of which he was desperately longinh for. My behavior was like that partially, because I was in comfortable position, lying on bed, covering myself with soft blanket. All this made me feel very homely, like as though I was in my house at my hometown.

The Parle-G biscuits reminded me of my childhood days, when I used to eat the whole packet of Parle-G by soaking one after another in tea. Holding the Parle-G in my hand, I recalled the same taste that I used to get in my childhood. This softness brought with itself lot of events from those days to life. I remembered how much I used to love eating biscuits by soaking them in tea. they used to become soft, and sometimes they used to even fall in tea, which ultimately I used to take them out by spoon. There are lot of childhood memories associated with Parle-G. Everytime whenever we (me, my sister and my Mom) used to go to market, my Mom used to purchase two packets of biscuits, one for me and one for my sister. Both of us used to eat them by soaking them in tea, a great taste thus. I used to finish my packet very early before my sister could finish hers, why ?? so that she donot take mine . But after mine were finished I used to take biscuits fo my sister . Now I feel how mean I was, but when you are kids these things do not come to once mind. My sister was great, that she never used to say anything much to me, she only used to ask why did i took hers and then smile . Funny are childhood memories. So receiving Parle-G in parcel made me to think about my childhood, and I again wanted to become a kid .

After examinig Parle-G and keeping it back in packet, I took out the sovenior from New York. It size was that of small pocket diary, and had a magnet at its back. The picture showed a building and other things like cranes etc. On it was written, “Old New York, Flat Iron Building”. It was slightly orangish in color, to give it a rusty look. May be they made it in that way in order to make the person looking at it feel retrospective. I also felt the same.

And in end I took out Rakhi, with a small card. The card contained wishes from my sister on rakhi. Rakhi was of silver. It looked very beautiful and was glittering in the light of bulb. Seeing all that I once again recalled my childhood days, when my sister used to tie rakhi on my hand and then used to give sweets to me. Oh … How sweet were those moments.

Blind Lady

2 Days ago I was coming to my office. When I came out form the house, I realized that the day was exceptionally beautiful. the sky was damn clear and blue, the Sun with its glossy light was enhancing the greenery everywhere. While walking towards the bus station, I realized that I missed the last bus and thus preferred to sit on th seat put near by.

I just sat down and gazed the vastness and blueness of sky with smile, occasionally looking here and there. After few minutes the bus 36 came, and everyone entered through the first gate. Given the beauty of the day, the bus was very crowded. Everyone longed to go to the sea shore and stretch themselves under the sky taking sun bath.

I was standing just near the front door. there wasn’t enough space to move or to go towards back. Standing right at the front part of bus near the driver, one can see everything on both sides of road. The was lot of people everywhere, as though they were visiting a public fair. When the bus was about the reach the stop located near the Church, I noticed a middle aged lady, dressed nicely and wearing dark sun glasses. When The bus approached she did not make any gesture or signal to stop the bus. However the bus still did stop because someone wanted to get down.

When she heard the sound of bus approaching, she started moving towards the first door. She used her hand in order to feel and sense where she is heading. On seeing her the driver opened the door, but since I was standing at the door (due to crowd ), the door couldn’t open nicely and was half opened. By then she has already come to the door. She put her right hand on the side of left door and the left hand in between the two doors. She asked what is the number of the Bus. While she was asking this, the driver closed the door in order to reopen in nicely. Since her hands were kept in wrong position thus they were a little hurt when the door closed. After teh door opened again she just said thanks in Italian with a beautiful simle.

After she left and the bus proceeded, I wondered even though she is unable to see the beauty of the day, still she is happy and have a smile on her face. While other people who are completely perfect are always complaining of something or other, or fighting with someone. What an irony ???

Social criticism of being a vegetarian

Mostly in India people are vegetarian. Actually the form of vegetarianism practiced by most of them is partial. Only a small percentage follow true vegetarianism.

The word vegetarianism is defined by Wikipedia in the following manner : it is the practice of a diet that excludes all animal, including poultry, game, fish, shellfish or crustacea, and slaughter by-products.

Mostly the Indians follow lacto vegetarian: where along with vegetable one can also take milk, honey and other dairy products. This is because Cow is considered scared in Hindu religion, thus the milk is consumed assuming cow to be sacred mother.

Beside this many Indians also prefer to take flesh occasionally. This type of vegetarianism is actually semi-vegetarian. There are many other varieties of semi-vegetarianism.

However certain class of Hindu follow Su vegetarianism : in this apart from being Lacto veg one does not eat onions, garlic, scallions, leeks and shallots. Mostly the people who follow Yoga philosophy, they follow this. Why ?? Because the aim of Yoga is to attain a stable, desire-less and focused mind, and ultimately join the soul with God. Eating these things make the focusing of mind difficult and also makes the controlling of desires difficult. Thus this is practiced by them.

There is another related term Fruitarianism : It is a diet of only fruit, nuts, seeds, and other plant matter that can be gathered without harming the plant. This is mostly practiced by people following Jainism. Some times Hindus also follow this occasionally. They follow it during the times of fast.

Whatever the kind of vegetarianism one follows, the reason for following them can be related to morality, religion, culture, ethics, aesthetics, environment, society, economy, politics, taste, or health.

Now you must wondering why I’m talking about all this ? The reason is that I’m a Hindu and practice Yoga philosophy. Thus I’m a Su Veg but sometimes on days of fast I also follow Fruitarianism. Presently I’m living in Italy. Practicing these are really difficult in places where majority of people are non-veg. Its difficult not because I don’t find lot of vegetables in supermarkets, but because the way I’m being treated by society.

Common remarks and words that I hear from public are : ” are you joking that you are veg ” , ” really ” , ” I will not be happy if I practice that ” etc. and the most extreme one : ” are you crazy ” .

Sometimes the criticism comes in an indirect way. Like many times it happen that I’m called for party by my friends, almost all the people going for party are non-veg with me the only exception who neither drinks alcohol nor eats meat. Thus it becomes quite difficult. Either I have to ask them to arrange for something veg for me which appears like asking for favor or I just make any reason that I would not be able to come but then this gives an impression that I’m not a very social person. This type of unspoken criticism hurts more.

Even when people do make something veg for me, they forget to exclude onions, garlic etc. Once I was called for small dinner party, where they made some veg stuff. The host were happy that I would be also coming for party while mostly I say no. I was also happy that I’m going to meet friends. However only when I reached there that I realized that the food contain onions and garlic, while the sweet dish contains eggs. I didn’t want to trouble them nor I wanted to make a joke of myself. Thus I decided to eat the food leaving the sweet dish. I felt bad that I had to violate the rules. But then I also felt happy that I made them feel good by joining them for dinner.

Recently I had to go for a conference related to my research work. There they asked me while registering me for the conference, whether I’m vegetarian or vegan or follow some other. It was quite difficult to explain them the kind of diet I practice. And unfortunately at that time I didn’t have the knowledge of the different terms assigned to various categories of vegetarianism. Somehow I managed to explain them the restricted diet I follow. But after the conversation was finished I realized that almost everyone in the room was staring at me with wide open eyes.

There are many encounters like this through which I have to go. Just because that I’m veg and follow a restricted diet that I have to undergo an unspoken criticism. Practicing vegetarianism in a region where majority is non-veg, is considered abnormal.

What is Madness ?????

Today I was waiting at the bus stop for the Bus 36 to reach my institute, there I noticed an abnormal women. She was wearing normal clothes, red sweater ,Grey trousers and good shoes, all in pretty good shape. With the dress one cannot tell if there is some problem with her or not. Her face was a bit strange. I saw wrinkles all over here face, definitely she was not young, or may be the illness has made her like that. Beside there were other features on face which were not normal.

She was standing close to the road waiting for the bus. After sometime she bend down to pick something from the street. After examining it she threw it and then started singing and tossing on legs like a kid.

Soon the bus came and we all entered the bus. I noticed that she took some time in getting into the bus and when she did came inside, she came towards the back of bus. There were two seats on which 2 boys were sitting. On seeing her one stood up to leave the seat for her. The other did not. She touched the legs of other boy making a gesture that she want to sit in his place. I wondered why she wanted to sit there, may be because it was the window seat or maybe thats the seat she always used to take ?? I don’t know … People smiled at her and tried to behave in a more normal and meaningful way than usual, just to keep distinction.

Many stops passed, she didn’t utter anything except making some strange growling voices from her throat. But when the next stop was about to come, some people pressed the stop button. The red light on ceiling started blinking showing that someone wants to get out. As the stop approached, this woman started screaming loudly, a very strange sound, not even the usual scream that humans make. She came quickly near the gate to get down, stood near an middle aged lady. She was pressing herself against this middle aged lady, meaning that she wanted to get down as soon as the gate opens. At this point, the middle aged lady spoke something in a hard voice in Italian.

I was surprised to see the way the people behaved after she got down from bus. The young girls were laughing, old men and women were making faces and softly abusing, young boys smiled and put glasses on eyes to stare girls on the sea side. The behavior of that lady has affected the minds of everyone in bus, except me. I was the only one who did not show any change in behavior. I noticed that people were staring at me, why ?? Just because I didn’t want to be with them ??? strange no ??

Now I ask question, what is madness ?? Or what I should call an abnormal act ??

Certainly each one of us do many things in our daily life which doesn’t have any meaning or of use to anyone. We do them for pleasure and happiness or may be sometimes for nothing. For example walking on street with mobile on one hand and cigarette in other but still kicking the pebbles which lie on street. There are many useless and kiddish things we do, but still we consider ourselves normal.

Society has defined some unspoken norms. What is done by majority is considered normal, even though that might not have any meaning or be of use to anyone.

Food Crisis or Food Wastage

I have a been reading everywhere in news channels regarding global food crisis. Its really a serious issue. There are many countries where there is not even sufficient food and then this food crisis has started.

Type words like Famine, hunger etc in Google, and you get several images popping up in front of your eyes of dying people, children suffering form ill-nutrition etc.

I was wondering if food crisis can really be evaded. In my opinion yes.

Presently I’m staying in Italy, here i noticed that people waste a lot of food, which otherwise can be used for feeding the needy people. Not just this they do this everyday and feel proud of it. There are many stories which I can give as examples.

1. One of my friend was working in a bakery as part time job. He told me that these people are very cautious about their taste. The workers in bakery were ordered by manager to make some bread using certain ingredients in specified amount. They prepared first sample, in which on investigation they found had some problem (some ingredient was not up to the right amount), as a result they threw all the raw material which was prepared for making that bread. This they repeated for some four times unless they got the right one ready. Each time they used to throw the raw material and prepare the new one. This is really a food wastage. Instead of throwing, one could have used it for some good purpose.

Ofcourse taste is also an important issue, if the customers don’t get required taste then they would start complaining or would perhaps look for some other shop. But then there should also be mutual understanding. There should be a feeling of acceptance and compromise, and most important trust in everyone.

2. I share my apartment with some people. Here these guys used to buy lot of food stuff in excitement when ever they used to go to supermarket. But after few days they used to throw some of those things, complaining that after such a long time they must have been spoiled. This is really stupid. Why don’t they buy just what they need ? I would say that one should plan before buying. And the other funny thing they do, suppose the bought 1 kilograms of kiwi, they ate some of it and kept the rest. After one week passed, they would smell it ans would ask, do you think it is still ok to eat it? I reply, cut them and check, and in any case they don’t get spoiled so quickly if you are preserving them in fridge. To this they would keep it back in fridge and after 2 weeks they would throw, as now they are sure. It was simply laziness that they didn’t want to check. Its not only waste of food but also waste of money.

Not only in Italy, but even in India also people are very reluctant in saving food. I tell one incident

3. I was a small child, perhaps around 12 years. After the school timings I used to spend the rest of evening in my grand ma’s house, watching TV, playing games etc. One day I was standing at the at the doorway of the house in the afternoon, watching half empty street. Half emptiness in common in northern India during peak time of summer, as people prefer to stay in coolers or AC’s rather roaming on street. I was just gazing at the street, watching activities of people roaming there by and looking at goats and cows. All of sudden my aunt appeared from inside of house with a big bowl full of wheat flour. She came to threw it as it has been contaminated by insects and worms, since it has not been used for long time. The wheat flour was thrown near the drain, so that by morning it is washed away by water or will be cleaned by sweeper in morning (it was common at that time to throw waste stuff near drain, from where they are picked by sweeper in morning). The moment it was thrown, after some 5 minutes a very poor lady appeared. She was dressed very shabbily, clothes torn from various parts, walking bare foot on road, looking as if she has not taken bath from many days may be months. She was very very poor women. Her hairs were looking like a piece of bush. She sat down near the place where the wheat flour was thrown, and then using the dirty water flowing in the drain she started making chapatis out of it right on road (chapatis are traditional Indian bread, made from water and wheat flour after preparing the dough). I felt very pity at her. After she prepared the dough, she put that in her shabby bag and went. My eyes were wet after that, and even now whenever I recall that, I feel pain at my heart.

One should not do all this.

If one use food properly in an required amount, they I think the we would get some help in solving the problem of “Food Crisis”.

Tossing weather and tossing mind

I woke up today with an enthusiasm to visit and travel some places in Trieste. I started with my daily routine. the weather was good and sunny. the blue sky and the light breeze was very tempting to me. I felt an unspoken urge to go to opicina. Its a place in Trieste located on hill top form where a beautiful view of sea can been seen. One can go there by a tram, a small locomotive running on tracks surrounding the hill. This tram moves very slowly as the tracks are very steep and slowly ascends to the top giving an enchanting view. All this filled my mind with excitement and joy. Since today was Saturday, its my day for cleaning and do some food purchasing for the coming week. I decided not to do cleaning or would perhaps do it in evening, a good decision by an excited mind. By the time I finished my pre-scheduled work of purchasing, it was 1 o’ clock.

My enthusiasm was also getting low. I just had a look to the sky and I felt bad.. the clouds have started coming and the day was no more sunny. Over here the weather changes very quickly and one has to then console the mind and heart to do something else.

Well I decided to come to my office for a short time and then would go for some window shopping. Not a bad idea but certainly not as good as traveling to opicina.

to have a look at the beauty of opicina, check the following photos taken by me on my last trip to that place

http://www.flickr.com/photos/92581526@N00/tags/opicina/