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And with what feelings could he accept this honour at a time when other writers in Europe, among them the very greatest, are condemned to silence, and even at a time when the country of his birth is going through unending misery?(De quel cœur aussi pouvait-il recevoir cet honneur à l'heure où, en Europe, d'autres écrivains, parmi les plus grands, sont réduits au silence, et dans le temps même où sa terre natale connaît un malheur incessant ?)
And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others.(Et celui qui, souvent, a choisi son destin d'artiste parce qu'il se sentait différent apprend bien vite qu'il ne nourrira son art, et sa différence, qu'en avouant sa ressemblance avec tous. )
- Albert Camus' speech at the Nobel Banquet
During my Google search, I also found that In spite of Camus and Sartre believed in different philosophies, they often met in Café de Flore for discussions. Café de Flore is my best friend Micha's favourite cafe and he took me there couple of times. We will remember these two great philosophers when we go next time, I wish I can afford to go quite often, hmm! may be not, it should remain a special place for special occasions!
May 21, 2008
(a dying lamp burns bright)?
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May 12, 2008
In our life’s everyday situation sometimes we hear many versions of the same story from different people and we know someone is not speaking the truth and each and every one wants to believe the version which is more convenient and less damaging for them. But what makes people speak lie? Why don’t we have same version of stories all the time from all the people? I was recalling the incidents which make me speak lies, Sometimes I spoke lies in the fear of not to hurt someone I love, like to my mom, sometimes in the fear of not breaking a relationship and sometimes in the fear of public humiliation or disgrace. Can a lie really help us in love, in constructing a relationship or give us a public grace, but in contrary it can take all of the above away from us but still we keep using this tool of lie in our everyday life! I went to Krishnamurthy’s book in search of answer for this! Here is what he has to say about it!
“It is one of the most difficult things in the world to look at anything simply. Because our minds are very complex we have lost the quality of simplicity. I don’t mean simplicity in clothes or food, wearing only a loin cloth or breaking a record fasting or any of that immature nonsense the saints cultivate, but the simplicity that can look directly at things without fear – that can look at ourselves as we actually are without any distortion – to say when we lie we lie, not cover it up or run away from it. Freedom from the Known – 24”
Ok if fear makes us speak lie, why there is fear? He has answer for that too!
“The demand to be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path? We are not loved because we don’t know how to love. Freedom from the Known – 78”
So, may be confidence in oneself will get us off from our insecurities, hence the fear and the lies!
May 10, 2008
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May 07, 2008
May 7th a very important day in my life! A mother will always cherish the moment when her child learns to walk, few weak yet courageous steps. I took such steps on this day, without having fear of falling in spite of repeated falling; thanks to that courage now I am running towards a healthy life! And such a day happen to fall on the beginning of a long weekend; felt like a Friday evening… hanging out with friends....Hmm!! maybe it’s the first time I am hanging around with my friends in my quarter. Our friend Vas took us to this unique Indian style bar called Coffee India, with real good food and some crazy cocktails! Sitting below the of dancing Siva, we shared some sweet and bitter memories among the friends. As Aldous Huxley says “Every man's memory is his private literature.” And I love to read it out to my friends!