Friday, August 23, 2013

The eye craves pleasant things.. beautiful things..

S.Ilayaraja Paintings Collections

 http://alraja.blogspot.in/2011/04/ilayaraja-paintings-collections.html

Captures rural tamil women in artistic splendour and natural settings. The way light falls on their hair, the shine of the silk zari, the folds of the saree - no wonder the paintings are better than photography. Photography requires less skill than this.

This one takes the cake...Paris breakfasts.
Paris captured through the plate of the eating artist. The vintage tea sets, macarons, coffee, fruits..pretty pretty!!
I wish I could draw this well.. Maybe I'd just be with the colors all my life...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/parisbreakfast/sets/72057594114774269/


Krsna Mehta's works also caught me eye:
http://indiacircus.com/tamara-lotus-rani-blended-fabric-cushion-cover.html

House of Tara
http://www.limeroad.com/brand/the-house-of-tara-270?f_ref=vip#brand[]=The+House+of+Tara&sort[]=scoreBucket5_f%2Bdesc&stock[]=1&pOverlay=none

Ambbii collections:
http://www.limeroad.com/brand/ambbi-collections-343?f_ref=vip#brand[]=Ambbi+Collections&sort[]=scoreBucket5_f%2Bdesc&stock[]=1

and Pip studio.
http://www.pipstudio.com/en/porcelain/floral/coffee-tea/pip-cup-and-saucer-cappuccino

Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Art of Movement in Education - Rabindranath Tagore

In 1924 I accompanied Tagore on a lecture tour to South America. He fell
ill, and during his convalescence in Argentina, he talked to me on several
occasions about the importance of expressing thoughts and feelings in
physical movement. He did this particularly in the knowledge that I was
planning to set up a new school in England, where such ideas could be tried
out, as eventually they were at Dartington Hall. The following transcript of
his discourse, which I took down at the time in the form of extensive notes.
Only three short sentences of a personal nature have been omitted,
otherwise it is a faithful record, set out in paragraphs for the sake of
readability. L.K.E.

POUPEE (adopted name of the Poet’s granddaughter) TRIES TO SPEAR
TO ME with the whole of her body. Meeting me on the boat she expressed
her delight in the form of a dance of her own design. As she danced, her
speech was through her whole body. Life is sweet, she wanted to say, the
world is beautiful, but having as yet no language of words, her small mind,
stirred to its depths, broke out into a complex movement of dance. Her
whole body moved as if to music.
It is a function of the body, not merely to carry out vital actions so that we
may live and move, but so that we may express, and not with the face alone,
but with the legs, the arms and the hands. All our limbs have their own
power to express. This truth came to me one day in London. One of your
people, a great thinker, asked me to lunch with him. I won't give you his
name, but there he was, another philosopher, sitting opposite me. Suddenly,
he left his chair and began to walk up and down. As soon as his thoughts had
started circulating in his mind, he felt he needed the accompaniment of a
circulation of movement, a coordination of his body. This was because his
mind felt a vital connection with his body, and his body with the
spontaneous and natural movement of his mind The act of leaving his chair
and of walking up and down expressed the demand of his body for free play
for his thoughts.
We often take a brisk walk when we are agitated became thought needs
bodily expression if it is to perform its work freely and fully. Children must
dance. They must be restless. When they think, the body becomes restless
and ripples with a variety of movement that helps to keep their muscles in
harmony with the mind.
In children the whole body is expressive It is in going to school that we
take our first false step. There we are bidden to think sitting. We mustn't
move our arm. To our teacher we present so many masks. All the time we
are forced to control those lines of movement that would parallel and
accompany our thoughts. Whenever, as children, we are stirred emotionally
or feel receptive to thought, we need an appropriate accompaniment of
physical movement.
Children can quite quickly acquire the habit of receiving thoughts sitting
still. Their minds have then to think unaided by the collaboration of the
body. The body, in its turn, feels neglected because it is not aiding its great
partner, the mind, in its internal work. Our minds suffer ever after as a result.
This does not mean that for certain kinds of thinking you need never sit still.
Sometimes, as in the world of mathematics, you have, if you are to apply all
your physical and mental energy to a problem, to eliminate all distracting
movement, especially when you wish to explore to the depths a complex
subject. For particular kinds of thinking, sitting still can be useful.
But for creative work the mind acts as a coordinator of ideas, and we
discover best by thinking and by expressing. When we try to express
ourselves merely in words, we feel incomplete, and for the fullest expression
there should certainly be arm and leg movement as well. The poet, or the
musician, gesticulates as he works. He must move his arms, his hands, and
wrinkle his face. Why, then, doesn't he start up from his chair and dance his
ideas out in the sunshine? Because he's been to school. It is at school that he
has learnt the habit of stifling so thoroughly the natural companionship of
body with mind. His widowed body feels neglected, because he has lost the
art of composing or of thinking whist he is dancing or moving. The result is
that the whole body, which is designed for expression through movement,
loses one of its most important missions in life, the urge to express. The
body becomes feeble, and only the face retains some power and freedom to
express through movement. As you think, you wrinkle your forehead. As
you smile, or as you weep, each emotion is expressed in some movement of
your face. But as a small child, you smiled with the whole of your body, you
wept with every muscle you had and in anger you beat with your feet upon
the ground. The whole body tried to express whatever deep emotion you
felt. This power and this freedom we have deliberately mutilated and of both
we have deprived an children.
When I was young, my body was very expressive and graceful. All my
limbs worked perfectly in harmony. Then I sat down and began to give too
much time just to thinking. I wrote sitting, a process in which the whole of
my body took no part at all. Only my face screwed itself up, and now and
then I would stretch my arms. While the rest of the body remained still, my
muscles became inarticulate. In this way the body may continue to perform
its other utilitarian functions, but it loses grace. I may have retained some
dement of beauty in my face and even in the movement of my arms, but the
general shape and form of my limbs has lost something that was invaluable
to me in my early youth. Only my face and arms today retain any ability to
express what my mind is thinking.
You remember our seeing together those great Japanese actors, and our
discussion of the training they underwent, so that with their whole bodies
they could express any idea the play demanded from them. They had
specialized in this power from childhood using every muscle in the body to
convey some specific emotion or a single idea. Every limb, and not just the
muscles of the face, should have a put of its own to play, and should know
how to give to our inner sentiments their own perfection of expression.
There is a wealth of language in movement that it should be simple for us to
exploit and to realize. To find expression for a single sentiment, all our limbs
must be free to move and act. Why not then admit that in the process of
thinking there are two stages: the act of thought itself and the process of
giving to that thought appropriate form or shape, even though not in words?
The grouping and shaping of these thoughts should be expressed in rhythm
of movement and the body should sway with the inner movement of the
thought.
The best actors will always be those who have been trained to use the
whole body as a tool for the expression of thought, of emotion or of
sentiment. Words, to convey the full perfection of their message, must be
accompanied by the appropriate bodily movement. If our schools were run
on the right lines, boys and girls would never lose their natural gifts of
bodily expression, making use for that purpose of all their limbs.
Unfortunately, today, in civilized communities, expression through
movement is repressed and is no longer looked upon as quite proper.
Turning your face into a blank mask helps you to live in a crowd and among
strangers without attracting notice, and thus you can achieve respectability.
It is much safer to learn how to repress any vivid form of expression. By
constant practice we can, and have, become adepts at concealing our real
sentiments and thoughts. Sometimes we want experience once again this
freedom this power to express thought or sentiments. Then we have to
employ men who have specialized in such an art from birth, and are not at
all like the ordinary run of human beings, who have altogether lost it. We
pay actors, therefore, to cultivate their natural gifts and to give us the chance
of experiencing the joys we crave, but can no longer achieve through the
repression of our bodes. We get a kind of vicarious enjoyment by watching
great actors perform a part. It is only to a few outstanding professional actors
that we permit the expression of ideas through theme of all the limbs and of
the body. We need, then, to drink deeply as to whether we cannot make
some new kind of compromise between our bodies and our minds.
It is true that we cannot any longer be spontaneous or natural in the
expression of our feelings before strangers. The cultivation of such an art
would have to be the outcome of special training. In the developing of your
own school, I advise you to make the practice of drama and of the histrionic
arts compulsory for all children. We must make dramatic performance a
regular subject of education. Children need the opportunity to give
expression of their sentiments through perfect and graceful movements of
the body. Never allow this capacity to use the whole body as a medium of
expression to die out. Man, as a fraction of a multitude, may feel he has to
repress his individuality. Let us defy this feeling. So - introduce the dramatic
arts into your school from the beginning. This is the only way.
But you an also have walking classes, once a week, perhaps on a Sunday.
Boys and girls should become accustomed to talking and learning whilst
walking, and the teachers too. They should not just sit like statues in a
museum all the week. If you can let these walks be oftener than once a week
so much the better. For waking can also be a most natural accompaniment to
thinking. It is when man turns himself into a vagabond or a tramp that talk
becomes natural and spontaneous. Lessons or ideas can then be assimilated
the more easily. Talk becomes organic.
By repressing all activity of the body, so many school lessons remain
absolutely dead and ineffective. To compel the mind to use only one portion
of the body in the learning process is not natural. In the process of taking in
and of digesting our food, a whole symphony of life is being performed in
which heart; eyes, tongue and ears are playing their part. The same process
should occur when you are taking in your lessons or trying to swallow useful
information. You can, with the help of the classroom dull all the faculties.
But Life should be entire, a coordination of all the different faculties and
functions. There should be nothing dead or inert about life in school. I would
allow all our boys and girls during class to jump up, even to climb into a
tree, to run off and chase after a cat or dog, or to pick some fruit off a
branch. This is really why my classes were preferred, not because I was any
special good as a teacher. I tried to keep in mind the need of the child to use
the whole of its body in acquiring a vocabulary and in mastering a sentence.
I remember, in teaching English, I was trying to get the children to master
the idea of 'tearing', verb 'to tear'. Now it would have been easy enough to
demonstrate by tearing a leaf from a book, but instead I asked each of them
to climb to the top of the nearest mango tree and to tear off a leaf and bring
it back to me. The whole process of tearing, when accompanied by such a
full body movement, became a living thing. Most of our teachers used to get
disgusted when they heard the children in my class laughing and shouting
and clapping their hands. A boy would say to me, 'May I go for a run' 'Yes,
of course', I would say, because I knew that by this means some tedium
would be broken and that when again he felt lively, it would be much easier
for him to receive and to digest. It is while children feel dull, from the
passivity of their minds and through being asked to be inert receptacles,
without any activity of body that they cease altogether to assimilate the nonliving
lesson.
We should understand that, in reality, the body is one with the mind. If,
with Gandhi, you believe that, though wedded, we should all live celibate
lives, then life is bound to be incomplete; anyhow one way or another. You
cannot separate them into different compartments. My only wish as a poet is
to be free to walk in the open air and to use a pen while the body is
responding to the mind, in rhythm. According to such a rhythm I would
punctuate. Suddenly, I should be moving slowly, andante, then allegro, and
the time would change with the changes of expression. While composing my
poem the body would be helping me with its own movements.
So with children in school. Let them recite while out walking; let them do
their thinking aloud. If possible, I would recommend children to carry their
notebooks and to go on writing while they are on trek. First these notes
would be about the things they see around them, facts and observations of
natural history, aspects of the countryside, experiences on the road, of
market day, of topics of conversation, of their special interests. All the
picturesque details of the life around them they should sketch or record.
I used to encourage them to watch the Santal women filling by with
materials for sale on their heads, with their pottery or water vessels, to listen
to the singing of the cart men and to all the signs and sounds peculiar to the
roadside on a market day. Sometimes they would record detached, isolated
facts only, but to walk along the road on a market day, when loaded bullock
carts or women were streaming by, was a exercise for body and mind, for
eyes and ears, an exercise in observation, with movement, in writing or
sketching at the same time, while walking. By demanding this kind of coordination
of body and mind, eye and ear together, the exercise could
become more and more complex and interesting.
I am perfectly certain that if the whole body were active in all its
functions, we should learn that much more rapidly. My school now has 300
boys and girls, but I started with not more than ten and encouraged them to
develop widely their freedom of body and mind. The old house had big
verandas long corridors, spacious terraces. Occasionally, I would bring them
all our on to the veranda and change the place of the class. When we are ill
the doctor often advises a change of air. Then why not a change while we
are well and in school. After the class was over, I made it a rule; the place
must be changed for the next class. We would move from the shade of one
tree to the shade of another. I insisted on a five-minute break so that they
could run and dissipate the obstructions of the mind.
Sastrimashai would never allow a child to leave until the whole class was
over. He would keep his classes overtime, so that the children had to race to
avoid a reprimand from their next teacher. Their time was too much taken up
by tyrants, and some reasonable gaps were badly needed between the
different regimes of tyranny. Five minutes is not at all too long when
children are under pressure between one period and another.
But the moment you leave a little space fallow, the utilitarians will pounce
upon it and say, 'Why leave this space unfilled? You should grow a crop
there.’ They possess such a superstitious faith in the efficiency of their own
teaching, that they don't realize that periods of non-teaching are just as
important as a means of tempering formal instruction. Utilitarian by nature,
they must fill every niche and leave no space or time for 'Not-teaching'. Poor
body. Nature made a perfect adjustment between the body and the mind. It is
civilized man who, by his formalism in the classroom has caused dissension
between the two of them who has severed the connection and made the gap
as wide as possible. But body and mind are indissolubly connected. The
most natural form of healing is that which takes place through the suggestion
of the mind. We are at last coming to accept this idea. Civilization has built
up the barrier between the two, and it is our task to break down this gap and
to open up once again the natural passageways between the two. The Greeks
were probably aware of the need for this interrelation, for they cultivated a
perfect harmony of body and mind. They linked teaching with music and
with games.
As a kind of after-thought he continued: 'If only I could be born again and
be sufficiently orphaned to be admitted into your Siksha-Sastra! Santose is
so receptive to ideas and he has great faith in you. In practical affairs he may
not be entirely competent, but faith he has and he tries his best.

The Parrot's Training - Rabindranath Tagore

The Parrot's Training
Rabindranath Tagore

ONCE UPON A time there was a bird. It was ignorant. It sang all right, but never recited scriptures. It hopped pretty frequently, but lacked manners.

Said the Raja to himself: ‘Ignorance is costly in the long run. For fools consume as much food as their betters, and yet give nothing in return.’

He called his nephews to his presence and told them that the bird must have a sound schooling.

The pundits were summoned, and at once went to the root of the matter.

They decided that the ignorance of birds was due to their natural habit of living in poor nests. Therefore, according to the pundits, the first thing necessary for this bird's education was a suitable cage.

The pundits had their rewards and went home happy.

A golden cage was built with gorgeous decorations. Crowds came to see it from all parts of the world. 'Culture, captured and caged! ' exclaimed some, in a rapture of ecstasy, and burst into tears. Others remarked: 'Even if culture be missed, the cage will remain, to the end, a substantial fact. How fortunate for the bird!'

The goldsmith filled his bag with money and lost no time in sailing homewards.

The pundit sat down to educate the bird. With proper deliberation he took his pinch of snuff, as he said: 'Text-books can never be too many for our purpose!'

The nephews brought together an enormous crowd of scribes. They copied from books, and copied from copies, till the manuscripts were piled up to an unreachable height. Men murmured in amazement: 'Oh, the tower of culture, egregiously high! The end of it lost in the clouds!'

The scribes, with light hearts, hurried home, their pockets heavily laden.

The nephews were furiously busy keeping the cage in proper trim. As their constant scrubbing and polishing went on, the people said with satisfaction: 'This is progress indeed!'

Men were employed in large numbers, and supervisors were still more numerous. These, with their cousins of all different degrees of distance, built a palace for themselves and lived there happily ever after.

Whatever may be its other deficiencies, the world is never in want of fault- finders; and they went about saying that every creature remotely connected with the cage flourished beyond words, excepting only the bird.

When this remark reached the Raja's ears, he summoned his nephews before him and said: 'My dear nephews, what is this that we hear?'

The nephews said in answer: 'Sire, let the testimony of the goldsmiths and the pundits, the scribes and the supervisors, be taken, if the truth is to be known. Food is scarce with the fault-finders, and that is why their tongues have gained in sharpness.'

The explanation was so luminously satisfactory that the Raja decorated each one of his nephews with his own rare jewels.

The Raja at length, being desirous of seeing with his own eyes how his Education Department busied itself with the little bird, made his appearance one day at the great Hall of Learning.

From the gate rose the sounds of conch-shells and gongs, horns, bugles and trumpets, cymbals, drums and kettle-drums, tomtoms, tambourines, flutes, fifes, barrel-organs and bagpipes. The pundits began chanting mantras with their topmost voices, while the goldsmiths, scribes, supervisors, and their numberless cousins of all different degrees of distance, loudly raised a round of cheers.

The nephews smiled and said: 'Sire, what do you think of it all?'

The Raja said: ‘It does seem so fearfully like a sound principle of Education!’

Mightily pleased, the Raja was about to remount his elephant, when the fault-finder, from behind some bush, cried out: 'Maharaja, have you seen the bird?'

‘Indeed, I have not!’ exclaimed the Raja, ‘I completely forgot about the bird.’

Turning back, he asked the pundits about the method they followed in instructing the bird. It was shown to him. He was immensely impressed. The method was so stupendous that the bird looked ridiculously unimportant in comparison. The Raja was satisfied that there was no flaw in the arrangements. As for any complaint from the bird itself, that simply could not be expected. Its throat was so completely choked with the leaves from the books that it could neither whistle nor whisper. It sent a thrill through one's body to watch the process.

This time, while remounting his elephant, the Raja ordered his State ear-puller to give a thorough good pull at both the ears of the fault-finder.

The bird thus crawled on, duly and properly, to the safest verge of inanity. In fact, its progress was satisfactory in the extreme. Nevertheless, nature occasionally triumphed over training, and when the morning light peeped into the bird's cage it sometimes fluttered its wings in a reprehensible manner. And, though it is hard to believe, it pitifully pecked at its bars with its feeble beak.

'What impertinence!' growled the kotwal.

The blacksmith, with his forge and hammer, took his place in the Raja's Department of Education. Oh, what resounding blows! The iron chain was soon completed, and the bird's wings were clipped.

The Raja's brothers-in-law looked black, and shook their heads, saying: ‘These birds not only lack good sense, but also gratitude!’

With text-book in one hand and baton in the other, the pundits gave the poor bird what may fitly be called lessons!

The kotwal was honoured with a title for his watchfulness, and the blacksmith for his skill in forging chains.

The bird died.

Nobody had the least notion how long ago this had happened. The fault- finder was the first man to spread the rumour.

The Raja called his nephews and asked them. 'My dear nephews, what is this that we hear?'

The nephews said: 'Sire, the bird's education has been completed.'

'Does it hop?' the Raja enquired.

'Never! 'said the nephews.

'Does it fly?'

'No.'

'Bring me the bird,' said the Raja.

The bird was brought to him, guarded by the kotwal and the sepoys and the sowars. The Raja poked its body with his finger. Only its inner stuffing of book-leaves rustled.

Outside the window, the murmur of the spring breeze amongst the newly budded asoka leaves made the April morning wistful.


The importance of filters

We are bombarded with data all the time. When you sit to read an article, you can understand it only if you complete all the links it refers to.
So many things seem tempting to read. But, you cannot read it all.
The more I see, the more I realize the need to filter. My brain can only hold so much or digest so much input. So, to stay sane, yet well read, I need to know what to filter, what interests me and how to go about filtering.
My main source of data are:
The internet
Newspaper
Books.

Of these, the internet is the one that needs filters. The tendency to jump from link to link leads me astray. I skim - like more people do. I save articles and never read them. I either finish an article once it is opened or I know it's trash for me. So, I am going to cautiously improve my filter settings to filter all the spam directed at my brain.

Doing what you love - passion, meaning of life, doing what you like

From:
http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/08/22/ray-bradbury-day-at-night-1974-interview/

Ray bradbury:
On the misunderstood, and often dismissed, value of the fantasy genre:
The ability to fantasize is the ability to survive, and the ability to fantasize is the ability to grow.
On the scope-expanding quality of science fiction, something Isaac Asimov has attested to as well:
The great thing about growing up with science fiction is that you have an interest in everything.
On the formative influence of fairy tales and Greek myths
My aunt and my mother read to me when I was three from all the old Grimm fairy tales, Andersen fairy tales, and then all the Oz books as I was growing up… So by the time when I was ten or eleven, I was just full to the brim with these, and the Greek myths, and the Roman myths. And then, of course, I went to Sunday school, and then you take in the Christian myths, which are all fascinating in their own way… I guess I always tended to be a visual person, and myths are very visual, and I began to draw, and then I felt the urge to carry on these myths.
If I’m anything at all, I’m not really a science-fiction writer — I’m a writer of fairy tales and modern myths about technology.

I discovered very early on that if you wanted a thing, you went for it — and you got it. Most people never go anywhere, or want anything — so they never get anything.

I never went to college — I don’t believe in college for writers. The thing is very dangerous. I believe too many professors are too opinionated and too snobbish and too intellectual, and the intellect is a great danger to creativity … because you begin to rationalize and make up reasons for things, instead of staying with your own basic truth — who you are, what you are, what you want to be. I’ve had a sign over my typewriter for over 25 years now, which reads “Don’t think!” You must never think at the typewriter — you must feel. Your intellect is always buried in that feeling anyway.
On how the warping of that dynamic exposes the relationship between creativity and dishonesty, and why emotional excess is essential to creative work:
The worst thing you do when you think is lie — you can make up reasons that are not true for the things that you did, and what you’re trying to do as a creative person is surprise yourself — find out who you really are, and try not to lie, try to tell the truth all the time. And the only way to do this is by being very active and very emotional, and get it out of yourself — making things that you hate and things that you love, you write about these then, intensely. When it’s over, then you can think about it; then you can look, it works or it doesn’t work, something is missing here. And, if something is missing, then you go back and reemotionalize that part, so it’s all of a piece.
But thinking is to be a corrective in our life — it’s not supposed to be a center of our life. Living is supposed to be the center of our life, being is supposed to be the center — with correctives around, which hold us like the skin holds our blood and our flesh in. But our skin is not a way of life — the way of living is the blood pumping through our veins, the ability to sense and to feel and to know. And the intellect doesn’t help you very much there — you should get on with the business of living.

On finding your purpose and avoiding “work” by doing what you love:
[I love my work] intensely — I wouldn’t be in it if I ever stopped loving it, I would shift it and go over into something else. … I don’t think life is worth living unless you’re doing something you love completely, so that you get out of bed in the morning and want to rush to do it. If you’re doing something mediocre, if you’re doing something to fill in time, life really isn’t worth living. … I can’t understand people not living at the top of their emotions constantly, living with their enthusiasms, living with some sense of joy, some sense of creativity — I don’t care how small a level it is. … I don’t care what field it is though, and there’s gotta be a field for everyone, doesn’t there?

Steve Jobs:
Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

Neil deGrasse Tyson, modern-day philosopher and eloquent cosmic sage, knows that truly fulfilling work never feels like “work”:
If everyone had the luxury to pursue a life of exactly what they love, we would all be ranked as visionary and brilliant. … If you got to spend every day of your life doing what you love, you can’t help but be the best in the world at that. And you get to smile every day for doing so. And you’ll be working at it almost to the exclusion of personal hygiene, and your friends are knocking on your door, saying, “Don’t you need a vacation?!,” and you don’t even know what the word “vacation” means because what you’re doing is what you want to do and a vacation from that is anything but a vacation — that’s the state of mind of somebody who’s doing what others might call visionary and brilliant.

Gaiman echoes the sentiment with laconic self-awareness:
We get to look good because we get to do what we want.

Autistic Artist Stephen Wiltshire who made it big:

 Do What Comes Naturally:
This is so simple sounding, but how many of us truly put it into action? For Stephen, speaking didn’t come naturally but instead of brooding over his inability to communicate verbally, he found an alternative way to relate to the world and honed those skills. “Taking art from a hobby to a career was never a decision or a choice for Stephen,” Annette shared. It was intuitive.
Many of us have childhood interests that we ditch in favor of more socially acceptable, practical or lucrative options. Stephen never let questions such as, “Am I good enough?” or “Can I make a living as an artist?” stop him from turning his passion into a career. He is living proof that if you enjoy doing something, you’ll be more inclined to work at improving your skills and rise to the top in a respective industry.

From http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/04/23/how-to-find-fulfilling-work-roman-krznaric:

“If one wanted to crush and destroy a man entirely, to mete out to him the most terrible punishment,” wrote Dostoevsky, “all one would have to do would be to make him do work that was completely and utterly devoid of usefulness and meaning.”

The desire for fulfilling work — a job that provides a deep sense of purpose, and reflects our values, passions and personality — is a modern invention. … For centuries, most inhabitants of the Western world were too busy struggling to meet their subsistence needs to worry about whether they had an exciting career that used their talents and nurtured their wellbeing. But today, the spread of material prosperity has freed our minds to expect much more from the adventure of life.
We have entered a new age of fulfillment, in which the great dream is to trade up from money to meaning.

Two key afflictions of the modern workplace — “a plague of job dissatisfaction” and “uncertainty about how to choose the right career”.

Never have so many people felt so unfulfilled in their career roles, and been so unsure what to do about it. Most surveys in the West reveal that at least half the workforce are unhappy in their jobs.

There’s plenty of cynicism and skepticism to go around, with people questioning whether it’s even possible to find a job in which we thrive and feel complete.

There are two broad ways of thinking about these questions. The first is the ‘grin and bear it’ approach. This is the view that we should get our expectations under control and recognize that work, for the vast majority of humanity — including ourselves — is mostly drudgery and always will be. Forget the heady dream of fulfillment and remember Mark Twain’s maxim. “Work is a necessary evil to be avoided.” … The history is captured in the word itself. The Latin labor means drudgery or toil, while the French travail derives from the tripalium, an ancient Roman instrument of torture made of three sticks. … The message of the ‘grin and bear it’ school of thought is that we need to accept the inevitable and put up with whatever job we can get, as long as it meets our financial needs and leaves us enough time to pursue our ‘real life’ outside office hours. The best way to protect ourselves from all the optimistic pundits pedaling fulfillment is to develop a hardy philosophy of acceptance, even resignation, and not set our hearts on finding a meaningful career.
I am more hopeful than this, and subscribe to a different approach, which is that it is possible to find work that is life-enhancing, that broadens our horizons and makes us feel more human.
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This is a book for those who are looking for a job that is big enough for their spirit, something more than a ‘day job’ whose main function is to pay the bills.

He also notes a thing about women in workforce!

Within just fifteen years of its invention in 1955, over twenty million women were using oral contraceptives, with more than ten million using the coil. By gaining more control over their own bodies, women now had greater scope to pursue their chosen professions without the interruption of unwanted pregnancy and childbearing. However, this victory for women’s liberation has been accompanied by severe dilemmas for both women and men as they attempt to find a balance between the demands of family life and their career ambitions.

Another culprit Krznaric points to in the stymying of our ability to find a calling is the industrial model of education:
The way that education can lock us into careers, or at least substantially direct the route we travel, would not be so problematic if we were excellent judges of our future interests and characters. But we are not. When you were 16, or even in your early twenties, how much did you know about what kind of career would stimulate your mind and offer a meaningful vocation? Did you even know the range of jobs that were out there? Most of us lack the experience of life — and of ourselves — to make a wise decision at that age, even with the help of well-meaning career advisers.

Krznaric considers the five keys to making a career meaningful — earning money, achieving status, making a difference, following our passions, and using our talents — but goes on to demonstrate that they aren’t all created equal.  Money alone is a poor motivator:

Overwhelming evidence has emerged in the last two decades that the pursuit of wealth is an unlikely path to achieving personal wellbeing — the ancient Greek ideal of eudaimonia or ‘the good life.’ The lack of any clear positive relationship between rising income and rising happiness has become one of the most powerful findings in the modern social sciences. Once our income reaches an amount that covers our basic needs, further increases add little, if anything, to our levels of life satisfaction.

We can easily find ourselves pursuing a career that society considers prestigious, but which we are not intrinsically devoted to ourselves — one that does not fulfill us on a day-to-day basis.

Krznaric pits respect, which he defines as “being appreciated for what we personally bring to a job, and being valued for our individual contribution,” as the positive counterpart to prestige and status, arguing that “in our quest for fulfilling work, we should seek a job that offers not just good status prospects, but good respect prospects.”
Rather than hoping to create a harmonious union between the pursuit of money and values, we might have better luck trying to combine values with talents. This idea comes courtesy of Aristotle, who is attributed with saying, ‘Where the needs of the world and your talents cross, there lies your vocation.’

A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.

a significant culprit in our vocational dissatisfaction is the fact that the Industrial Revolution ushered in a cult of specialization, leading us to believe that the best way to be successful is to become an expert in a narrow field.  This cult robs us of an essential part of being human: the fluidity of character and our multiple selves:

We each have multiple selves. … We have complex, multi-faceted experiences, interests, values and talents, which might mean that we could also find fulfillment as a web designer, or a community police officer, or running an organic cafe.
This is a potentially liberating idea with radical implications. It raises the possibility that we might discover career fulfillment by escaping the confines of specialization and cultivating ourselves as wide achievers … allowing the various petals of our identity to fully unfold.

“Without work, all life goes rotten, but when work is soulless, life stifles and dies,” wrote Albert Camus. Finding work with a soul has become one of the great aspirations of our age. … We have to realize that a vocation is not something we find, it’s something we grow — and grow into.
It is common to think of a vocation as a career that you somehow feel you were “meant to do.” I prefer a different definition, one closer to the historical origins of the concept: a vocation is a career that not only gives you fulfillment — meaning, flow, freedom — but that also has a definitive goal or a clear purpose to strive for attached to it, which drives your life and motivates you to get up in the morning.

Yet fulfilling work doesn’t come from the path of least resistance. 

What man actually needs is not some tension-less state but rather the striving and struggling for some goal worthy of him.

Marie Curie summed up her philosophy of work: “Life is not easy for any of us,” she said. “But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained.”

About her obsession with researching radioactive materials: 

 What really occurred was that this goal quietly crept up on her during years of sustained scientific research. … Her obsession grew in stages, without any Tannoy announcement from the heavens that issued her a calling. That’s the way it typically happens: although people occasionally have those explosive epiphanies, more commonly a vocation crystallizes slowly, almost without us realizing it.

From http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/12/14/how-to-avoid-work/ :

 “There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like”.

Much the same thing happens when you take a person and put him in a job which he does not like. He gets irritable in his groove. His duties soon become a monotonous routine that slowly dulls his senses. As I walk into offices, through factories and stores, I often find myself looking into the expressionless faces of people going through mechanical motions. They are people whose minds are stunned and slowly dying. Without being aware that a chance is taking place, he is gradually lulled into unconsciousness.

To my mind, the world would be a much pleasanter and more civilized place to live in, if everyone resolved to pursue whatever is closest to his heart’s desire. We would be more creative and our productivity would be vastly increased.

Altogether too much emphasis, I think, is being placed on what we ought to do, rather than what we want to do.

The greatest satisfaction you can obtain from life is your pleasure in producing, in your own individual way, something of value to your fellowmen. That is creative living!
When we consider that each of us has only one life to live, isn’t it rather tragic to find men and women, with brains capable of comprehending the stars and the planets, talking about the weather; men and women, with hands capable of creating works of art, using those hands only for routine tasks; men and women, capable of independent thought, using their minds as a bowling-alley for popular ideas; men and women, capable of greatness, wallowing in mediocrity; men and women, capable of self-expression, slowly dying a mental death while they babble the confused monotone of the mob?
For you, life can be a succession of glorious adventures. Or it can be a monotonous bore.
Take your choice!

Echoing Alan Watts’s litmus test of what you would do if money were no object, Reilly suggests:
No matter what your age or condition or experience, the sooner you find out what you really want to do and do it the better, for that’s the only way anyone can avoid work.
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Try this approach. Suppose you were financially independent and were perfectly free to do anything you wanted, what would you do, if anything?
If your inclinations are at all definite, the answer to this simple question provides at least a general definition of the field which you would enjoy most.
  As an enormous believer in making time, rather than finding time, for what matters:
Without Time nothing is possible. Everything requires Time. Time is the only permanent and absolute ruler in the universe. But she is a scrupulously fair ruler. She treats every living person exactly alike every day. No matter how much of the world’s goods you have managed to accumulate, you cannot successfully plead for a single moment more than the pauper receives without ever asking for it. Time is the one great leveler. Everyone has the same amount to spend every day.
The next time you feel that you ‘haven’t the time’ to do what you really want to do, it may be worth-while for you to remember that you have as much time as anyone else — twenty-four hours a day. How you spend that twenty-four hours is really up to you.
  Thomas Edison’s stringency of his 18-hour-workdays dedication to success:

The only difference is that you do a great many things and I do one. If you took the time in question and applied it in one direction, you would succeed. Success is sure to follows such application. The trouble lies in the fact that people do not have one thing to stick to, letting all else go.

Purpose should come before making a living financially, but can be followed by it:
Money never comes first in self-expression of any kind. Study the biographies of those who have built great fortunes, and you will learn that money came to them after they had produced or discovered something.
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In a world marked by constant change, where the rich of today are often the poor of tomorrow, due to circumstances beyond their control, the only security is your ability to produce something of value for your fellow man, and your only guarantee of happiness is your joy in producing it.
True happiness lies in the pursuit of your goal, achievement in your chosen field. This must always remain primary. Whenever money becomes primary, you are on treacherous ground.

You will neither venture anything nor achieve anything if you permit yourself to be unduly influenced by others. . . . Remember this. Only one sound mind is needed to create an idea.

From http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/02/27/purpose-work-love/ :

“Find something more important than you are,” philosopher Dan Dennett once said in discussing the secret of happiness, “and dedicate your life to it.”

http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/09/17/the-meaning-of-life/

We are all here to witness the creator's creation.

We are here to witness the creation and abet it. We are here to notice each thing so each thing gets noticed. Together we notice not only each mountain shadow and each stone on the beach but, especially, we notice the beautiful faces and complex natures of each other. We are here to bring to consciousness the beauty and power that are around us and to praise the people who are here with us. We witness our generation and our times. We watch the weather. Otherwise, creation would be playing to an empty house.

According to the second law of thermodynamics, things fall apart. Structures disintegrate. Buckminster Fuller hinted at a reason we are here: By creating things, by thinking up new combinations, we counteract this flow of entropy. We make new structures, new wholeness, so the universe comes out even.

We cannot read the meaning of life passively in the facts of nature. We must construct these answers ourselves — from our own wisdom and ethical sense. There is no other way.

I have been asking myself why I’m here most of my life. If there’s a purpose I don’t care anymore. I’m seventy-four. I’m on my way out. Let the young people learn the hard way, like I did. No one ever told me anything.

Science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke:
A wise man once said that all human activity is a form of play. And the highest form of play is the search for Truth, Beauty and Love. What more is needed? Should there be a ‘meaning’ as well, that will be a bonus?
If we waste time looking for life’s meaning, we may have no time to live — or to play.

What we beyond doubt do have is our instinctive intellectual curiosity about the universe from the quasars down to the quarks, our wonder at existence itself, and an occasional surge of sheer blind gratitude for being here. (Well some people have more curiosity than the rest of us, and hence end up as scientists, philosophers or astronomers or artists).

Another good one:
Thinking About One’s Career
We can see in all people that there is first the struggle, and then the outright fight, and then the inevitable resignation to sadness. Because such is life: Happiness is the vacation, but sadness the occupation.



 

If change is the only thing...

If change is the only thing happening in life and you're constantly trying to create something new, make changes and adapt to changes - all your energy is spent only on change management. You have no energy for the deeper things in life. It's no surprise that the same people who predicated the future are failing to catch up with it.

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/tech/enterprise-it/strategy/US-tech-giants-face-uncertain-future/articleshow/21975978.cms

Particularly disheartening are the last lines.

"On a very personal level for employees of these companies, it's an odd time. Many, particularly early employees, were there when their innovations and more-affordable products displaced the last generation of big tech companies. Now they're on the downside of that cycle.

"Every emotion imaginable plays out," said Patrick Gelsinger, who worked at Intel for 30 years and is now the chief executive of VMware, a company that makes software used in cloud computing.

"Some folks are hoping to retire and their 401(k) is big enough," Mr. Gelsinger said. "Some are disheartened because they couldn't figure out how to adapt. Some are still putting their heads down."

The power of siddha medicine

http://siddhadreams.blogspot.com/p/siddha-medicine.html

Looooooong blog post but very informative.
It talks about siddhars, tamil history, microcosm, macrocosm, panchakarma, tridoshas, astrology, astronomy, why yogis do pranayama (to replenish lost prana), how siddhars perform magic or illusions, reading disease through pulses, different causes of diseases, what constitutes a good physician, the benefits of mercury, rejuvenation and immortality. It's one long breath. Very informatve.