Daydreams.

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This topic was suggested by me for the weekly Friday LBC posts for this year. Quite what I had in my mind when I suggested it escapes me now and I am floundering to write something about it.

“Daydreaming is a short-term detachment from one’s immediate surroundings, during which a person’s contact with reality is blurred and partially substituted by a visionary fantasy, especially one of happy, pleasant thoughts, hopes or ambitions, imagined as coming to pass, and experienced while awake.”
~ Wikipedia.

Logically, the definition precludes dreaming as we understand it, ie, a thought process that occurs during our sleep. So, the detachment is while when one is wide awake!

I am not a great daydreamer now as my time is quite occupied during the day times. I am usually reading, or solving crossword puzzles, or being quite occupied with something or the other. I suppose that in my younger days, I was a daydreamer and in retrospect can say that some of the daydreams have come true while most have stayed as dreams only. I suppose that it would be the same for most of us.

I am now at an age where it is futile to daydream whereas I can live in my past to my heart’s content. And that observation brings me to an all time favourite piece of writing from a favourite author, with which I will close this post.

“The pessimist resembles a man who observes with fear and sadness that his wall calendar, from which he daily tears a sheet, grows thinner with each passing day. On the other hand, the person who attacks the problems of life actively is like a man who removes each successive leaf from his calendar and files it neatly and carefully away with its predecessors, after first having jotted down a few diary notes on the back. He can reflect with pride and joy on all the richness set down in these notes, on all the life he has already lived to the fullest. What will it matter to him if he notices that he is growing old? Has he any reason to envy the young people whom he sees, or wax nostalgic over his own lost youth? What reasons has he to envy a young person? For the possibilities that a young person has, the future which is in store for him?

No, thank you,’ he will think. ‘Instead of possibilities, I have realities in my past, not only the reality of work done and of love loved, but of sufferings bravely suffered. These sufferings are even the things of which I am most proud, although these are things which cannot inspire envy.’ ”

From “Logotherapy in a Nutshell”, an essay”
― Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

Golf As Per John Denver.

This is from a 1992 concert that never made the air waves….,

John Denver singing a parody of “16 Tons” called “18 Holes.” It has never been released.

This should be all golfers’ theme song.

When you see me tee up, you’d better step aside
A lot of men didn’t, a lotta men died
I hook it to the left, I shank it to the right
I’ll be looking for my ball until the dark of the night

You play eighteen holes, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Andrew don’t you call me, ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the country club pro

If I could keep it in the fairway, I’d be a happy man
I’m usually in the water, the rough or the sand
I pitch it to the green, thinking now I’m gonna score
But everybody ducks when my caddie yells, “Four!”

Eighteen holes, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Andrew don’t you call me, ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the country club pro

Ocean side, sunny side, Tucson in the rain
Golf is my life, but it sure is a pain
I leave my wife and my kids ’cause I hear the call
Walking around a cursing at a little white ball

You play eighteen holes, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Andrew don’t you call me, ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the country club pro

Well, you may not believe it, ’cause this is how things are
I started out a bum, I ended up a star
My caddie’s in the shack, my partner’s in the bar
I shot eighteen holes in one under par

You play eighteen holes, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Andrew don’t you call me, ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the country club pro
Yeah!

Thanks Shankar.

Tolerance Vs Being True To Yourself.

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One would imagine that humanity would follow Voltaire’s advice.  Alas, that is only wishful thinking.

In India recently, a raging debate about tolerance and intolerance has got everyone’s attention including some from the West who also gave some unsolicited and much disliked advice on the matter to very sensitive Indians who will fight among themselves but resent others interfering in their internal matters.

To get some idea of what the brouhaha was all about, I give below three links that should explain the various nuances. The first from DNA, the second from The Economic Times and the third from The Hindustan Times give a broad picture including some silly developments like banning a movie.

I personally consider myself by and large, a very tolerant person but as Shackman, who suggested this topic for this week’s LBC post so eloquently points out there will be occasions when my tolerance will be tested if it conflicts with my being true to myself and my beliefs. Leaving that aside however I would like to approach tolerance in India particularly in reference to our inter religious problems that keep cropping up at regular intervals.

At the grassroot and individual levels, all religious and caste groups in India, particulaly so, very visibly in urban India seem to be living in harmony with each other till some lunatic elements interfere using acts to disturb the harmony with vitriol using some provocation or the other. Such interfering can often lead to major inter-religious / caste problems resulting in loss/damage to life and property. When such incidents take place, I am often asked by friends as to what my own take is and I inevitably express my inability to understand that lunacy. Even if I share the ideology with the aggressor, I simply will not be able to understand the need for the provocation and consequent violence etc.

But that is me. The hot heads have a different approach!