Category Archives: scribbles

I remember infrequently visiting the Golpark Ramakrishna Mission during my engineering days, preferably after the evening prayers. I am an atheist and I didn’t have any question. I preferred to remain unnoticed in a corner and enjoy the tranquillity. I feel the same when I visit the Church during Christmas after the Mass when most visitors had left.

I clearly understand the meaning of that feeling now – it signifies the peace of the void. It takes you beyond nature because your mind is unoccupied, there’s no influence of nature left in it. And that’s the only state of mind where you are more powerful than nature. You aren’t disturbed by life or death or happiness or anger or pride or envy… it’s completeness. The state at the time before nature existed – nothingness.

People surprise most in your moments of weakness.

What’s the best way to engage yourself? Create something new.

It’s not progress if you leave the best of yourself behind.

I miss the sunset at Benaulim and the broken dock by the Mandovi where time stood still.

Amrita (my wife), we must time travel when it’s over.

Be 18 at heart, 13 at mind.
Reject anything that tends to change it.

Buku’s secret password to a Pi 4 with Ubuntu 20.04 written in a very secret place. Guess the username!

While fooling around with my phone Buku suddenly exclaimed – “Ahh! Buku! My name!” It’s one of my open source projects in his name. He was watching the demo asciicast.

I didn’t miss telling him that tens of thousands of people use it. So yes, he is popular! 😉

Women’s Day.

Thanks for everything, mother!

Though my memories fade by the day, I still remember the day from Std III/IV when you travelled by train and bus to my school to take me home a little earlier as there were no classes in the afternoon. I was so naive and busy playing with friends I shouted at you and you almost cried.

Decades later, though I never speak out, my heart bleeds if you forget to call me on my birthday. And each day I wish we could all return home, to you, and spend all our time together. Because everything I do today is just discipline and compulsion… it’s you who taught my heart to be wide and my mind to imagine and fly. I long to fly away one last time.

Education is not about being correct… one can memorise and do that; it’s about learning how to be correct.