Monday, August 28, 2006

The Divine Wind

That is the literal translation of Kamikaze... The suicide bombing missions of the Imperial Japanese Navy during World War II.

I was reading about it today and each line felt like a saga...

But the line that will stay with me forever is one made by a pilot, who escaped sure death, by luck and the grace of his commander. He says: "They used to tell us that the last words of the pilots were 'Long Live the Emperor!'. But I am sure that was a lie. They cried out what I would have cried. They called for their mothers."

References:

1. Wikipedia
2. The Times

P.S: After posting this article, I came across this paper. Letters written by various men to their families before they went out...

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Food For Thought

If mankind minus one were of one opinion, then mankind is no more justified in silencing the one than the one - if he had the power - would be justified in silencing mankind. - John Stuart Mill

Acceptance is not submission; it is acknowledgment of the facts of a situation. Then deciding what you're going to do about it. - Kathleen Casey Theisen

Good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment. - Barry LePatner

Monday, August 21, 2006

My Heritage Look-alikes

Came across this interesting site. Did some timepass and this is the result... LOL...

Friday, August 18, 2006

Men Of Honour

I saw the movie The Last Samurai today. And all I can say is, it is a privilege to even have seen the ways of the Samurai. Even though the story may be one of a bygone era, it really taught me the ways to live life such that one may not regret having lived such a life.

Glimpses

Silent Samurai: Algren-San.
[he rushes in front of Algren to protect him from being shot, and is consequently shot himself]
Algren: Bob....

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Katsumoto: You believe a man can change his destiny?
Algren: I think a man does what he can, until his destiny is revealed.

Katsumoto: The perfect blossom is a rare thing. You could spend your life looking for one, and it would not be a wasted life.

[With his dying breath, he sees blossoms in bloom]
Katsumoto: Perfect... They are all... perfect...

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[first lines]
Simon Graham: [narrating] They say Japan was made by a sword. They say the old gods dipped a coral blade into the ocean, and when they pulled it out four perfect drops fell back into the sea, and those drops became the islands of Japan. I say, Japan was made by a handful of brave men. Warriors, willing to give their lives for what seems to have become a forgotten word: honor.

[last lines]
Simon Graham: [narrating] And so the days of the Samurai had ended. Nations, like men, it is sometimes said, have their own destiny. As for the American Captain, no one knows what became of him. Some say that he died of his wounds. Others, that he returned to his own country. But I like to think he may have at last found some small measure of peace, that we all seek, and few of us ever find.

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(My Favourite)
Algren: [narrating] They are an intriguing people. From the moment they wake they devote themselves to the perfection of whatever they pursue. I have never seem such discipline. I am surprised to learn that the word Samurai means, 'to serve', and that Katsumoto believes his rebellion to be in the service of the Emperor.

Algren: [narrating] Winter, 1877. What does it mean to be Samurai? To devote yourself utterly to a set of moral principles. To seek a stillness of your mind. And to master the way of the sword.

Algren: [narrating] Spring, 1877. This marks the longest I've stayed in one place since I left the farm at 17. There is so much here I will never understand. I've never been a church going man, and what I've seen on the field of battle has led me to question God's purpose. But there is indeed something spiritual in this place. And though it may forever be obscure to me, I cannot but be aware of its power. I do know that it is here that I've known my first untroubled sleep in many years.

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Higen: Will you fight the white men, too?
Algren: If they come here, yes.
Higen: Why?
Algren: Because they come to destroy what I have come to love.

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Algren(to Emperor Meiji): This is Katsumoto's sword. He would have wanted you to have it. He hoped with his dying breath that you would remember his ancestors who held it, and what they died for. May the strength of the Samurai always be with you.

Emperor Meiji: Tell me how he died.
Algren: I will tell you how he lived.

Emperor Meiji: My ancestors have ruled Japan for 2,000 years. And for all that time we have slept. During my sleep I have dreamed. I dreamed of a unified Japan. Of a country strong and independent and modern... And now we are awake. We have railroads and cannon and Western clothing. But we cannot forget who we are. Or where we come from.

Katsumoto, Nathan Algren, Ujio, Nobutada, Bob, Higen... Godspeed...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Happy Independence Day, India

"A long time ago, we made a tryst with destiny. And now the time comes, when we shall redeem our pledge. Not wholly. But substantially. Tonight at this midnight hour, when the whole world sleeps, India shall awake to life and freedom."
- Pt. Jawaharlal Nehru. 15th August, 1947.

This life, this freedom, this love. This India.

Some will choose to ignore it and only see greener pastures abroad. They will crib, criticize and malign her while taking what they can from her. To them: I wish you all the best and get lost.

To the rest, let us take the pledge to do whatever we can, in whichever small way we can and accept what GOD has given us to achieve greatness for ourselves and our magnificent country. Let us stand to help those less fortunate than us, while respecting the past heroes who gave their youth, their lives to give us what so many of us fail to understand fully: Freedom. A freedom to think what we want, a freedom to say what we want, a freedom to dream big, a freedom to remain positive, a freedom to make life and character defining choices, a freedom to reach out to the stars, whilst still never forgetting where we have come from.

All that would be summed up in 3 words: Happy Independence Day.

Song For Today

Aashaayen - OST: Iqbal

Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...
Kuch paane ki ho aas aas
Kuch armaan ho jo khaas khaas
Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...

Har koshish mein ho waar waar
Kare dariyao ko jo aar paar
Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...
Toofano ko chir ke
Manzilo ko chin le

Aashaayen khile dil ki
Ummeedein hase dil ki
Ab mushkil nahi kuch bhi... nahi kuch bhi

Udd jaaye leke khushi
Apne sang tujhko waha
Jannat se mulakaat ho
Puri ho teri har dua

Aashaayen khile dil ki
Ummeedein hase dil ki
Ab mushkil nahi kutch bhi
nahi kuch bhi

Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...
Gujre aaisi har raat raat
Ho khwaahishon se baat baat
Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...

Lekar suraj se aag aag
Gaaye ja apne raag raag
Aashaayen ... Aashaayen ...

Kuch aaisa karke dikha
Khud khush ho jaaye khuda
Aashaayen khile dil ki
Ummeedein hase dil ki
Ab mushkil nahi kutch bhi
Nahi kuch bhi...

Monday, August 07, 2006

High Flight

This is one of my favourite poems and an anthem for every aviator. It is a poem called "High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, —and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Mind-less Doodles :-)

Stayed home today due to the heavy rains. An idle mind is the devil's workshop they say and Im no exception :-)

Was just doing some tp and some word play just came to mind... So here goes...

What can I say that hasn't been said...
What can I do that hasn't been done...
I do as I do... I do only what I can do...
I am not afraid of what can be done to me...
I am who I am...
I am... In Search of Greatness...

"In Search of Greatness" is the autobiography of Karsh of Ottawa and this title has stayed with me for the last many years after I read Iacocca - An Autobiography which is where I first read about Karsh. "In Search of Greatness" is also my nickname on MSN and over the years, I have come to be associated with it in various ways.

In an another bit of interesting trivia, while browsing around yesterday, I came to know that "The World As I See It" (the title of this blog) is an essay by the truly great Albert Einstein which you can read here.

That's it for now I guess... I think I need to start doing research for the My India Series soon. Haven't been getting much time lately.

Adios, amigos...

Friday, August 04, 2006

To Ashish...

I WILL Too...

Song For Tonight
Lakshya Title Track
Haan yeh rasta hai tera, tune ab jaana hai
Haan yeh sapna hai tera, tune pehchaana hai

Haan yeh rasta hai tera, tune ab jaana hai
Haan yeh sapna hai tera, tune pehchaana hai
Tujhe ab ye dikhaana hai
Roke tujhko aandhiyaan, ya zameen aur aasmaan
Paayega jo lakshya hai tera
Lakshya toh har haal mein paana hai

Mushkil koyi, aajaaye toh, parbat koyi, takraaye toh
Taaqat koyi dikhlaaye toh, toofaan koyi mandlaaye toh
Mushkil koyi aajaaye toh, parbat koyi takraaye toh
Barse chaahe ambar se aag, lipte chaahe pairon se laakh
Barse chaahe ambar se aag, lipte chaahe pairon se laakh
Paayega jo lakshya hai tera
Lakshya toh har haal mein paana hai

Himmat se jo koyi chale, dharti hille qadmon tale
Kya dooriyaan kya faasle, manzil lage aake gale
Himmat se jo koyi chale, dharti hille qadmon tale
Tu chal yunhi ab sub-o-shaam, rukna, jhukna nahin tera kaam
Tu chal yunhi ab sub-o-shaam, rukna, jhukna nahin tera kaam
Paayega jo lakshya hai tera
Lakshya toh har haal mein paana hai

Haan yeh rasta hai tera, tune ab jaana hai
Haan yeh sapna hai tera, tune pehchaana hai
Tujhe ab ye dikhaana hai