The Catapult Effect

According to wikipedia,
"the catapult effect is a phenomenon occurring when a current is passed through two wires connected by a loose wire in amagnetic field. The loose wire is then catapulted horizontally away from the magnetic field. This occurs due to the magnetic forces acting in the wires and in the magnetic field itself."
There was a time, when I could comprehend all that jargon. I CAN still if I want to... but why take all the unworthy effort??

The Catapult Effect which I am referring to here has absolutely nothing to do with science. Its just a way of looking at things... a philosophy. One of my old friends, who visited me some days back, happened to mention it and I found the thought quite interesting.

I mean we are living in a world which all about PUSHING............ We have to push our way ahead of others to be at par with excellence. Its not enough to give something our best. We have to push ourselves to give out better than our best. Mothers push their kids to the limit than none can possibly imagine, so that they are at least one shot better than the neighbor's kid at academics. Father's push their sons' and daughters' in sports and extracurriculars so that brag in front of their colleagues. And then, of course, there are numerous self help books which beckon us to push ourselves up, push your morals, boost up your self esteem, push your enthusiasm, push this ... push that....
push..... PUSH......... PUSH.....................!!!

Hmmmm... Ever thought of what would some PULL do to our life. Why not pull ourselves a little back? Why race with everyone? Why stay ahead of everyone? When we despair ourselves with the thought of being ahead, only then are we scared of being left behind. So why put that extra stress on our body and brain?!!!

The catapult effect, as in to which I'm referring to here is quite brilliant. I don't know if it truly works in real life scenario but the thought is amazing as far as I am concerned. How does a catapult or a slingshot work? The more amount of PULL you give... the more distance further ahead the baton goes. So why not put ourselves in the same place? Take break from our ever forward racing life once... Pull ourselves together and lean back... Take a few deep breaths and do a bit of soul searching... Do those things which you always wanted to do but never had enough time.... Stop the clock... Rewind it... Remember the good old days... Remember your falls and your uprisals.... Remember your losses and then your gains... Remember your fights, friendships.....

Pull ourselves as backwards as we can possibly get and just let go... let go..... We would find ourselves flying forward with renewed speed, renewed energy.... refreshed mind, revived soul.....

Why be a blind rat who scurries ahead too fast and crashes, when you can be a Phoenix who rises anew everytime from his own ashes.

NEW LIFE .........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

My Magic Rubber

Ah! Its really long.. I mean reaaalllyyy looooooooonngggg time since I have penned down something here... When was the last post...? like about a year ago..? Actually more than that... Hmmm... Responsibilities, work, job, family.... No time for recreational or personal activities... Too busy with life....

LIFE??? life??? Ah yes!!! Life!!!

How your life changes.. from a cute baby to a naughty toddler.. from a studious schoolgoer to a rebellious teenager.. from a ambitious career person to a wife... housewife... mother... and then.....
And then watching your children going through the same vicious circle again....

At every stage in life we find new definitions for Life. New meanings in everyday happenings. Responsibilities sore... Expectations rise.. and sometimes you feel you just want to break free of all this and fly.. Just fly.... FLY.........

Why in the heaven's name am I typing all this here.. :) Seriously I have no clear vision.. :)
All these emotions got triggered when some days back I was browsing through my old school books and I found a diary which I had been keeping from my III std onwards. Anything I found nice and interesting, I used to keep them written or pasted in this diary. from proverbs to anecdotes, from stories to poems, from newspaper clippings to essays and speeches, a few of my own words and verses and few by well known authors and writers.

Reading through this old diary of mine, I was amazed at my own creativity and imagination during my childhood days. I am not saying that I was extraordinarily talented or anything but definetely much much better than what I am now...

I think it happens with most of us (if not all). Somewhere down the line, trying to catch up with the rest of the world, we get too busy trying to merge and be part of the society that we lose our individuality, our identity. We cease to LIVE, we just EXIST.....

LIFE??? life??? Ah yes!!! Life!!! EXISTENCE.....

Hmmmm... Let me SHUSH the Socrates in my for a while ;) I am getting bored by ME :)

My real purpose why I sat down to put up this blog today was to publish this of mine which I found in my old diary, written for a school competition in VIII std. Though its very ametuer and childish.. its real close to my heart. And I seriously wish............


A magic rubber at my hand,
I would rub out seas and land.

The birds that fly above so high,
The clouds which give pimples to the sky,
Just one stroke and everything clear,
Only the blues which feel so near.

Far from the distance, the hooting train you hear,
And wish you had a voice so clear.
But jealousy gets the better of you
One strong sweep and rub it through.

We set to play a game of cricket
When the rain pours down, so cruel, so wicked;
that I decide to do something about,
I take my rubber and rub every drop out.

One day I found among the trees
a cute little nest of some breed;
Air conditioned with open surrounding,
and two chirpy birdies in the bounding.

I looked at my own precious bedroom
A concrete prison and a bed to groom.

Making a decision in my sleep,
I take out my rubber and I sneak
to the tree, the nest at the peak.
But the two chirpy birdies let me down
And I return into my night gown.

Next day morning, at the very dawn,
I wake and sit, struggling with a yawn
And the first sight that met my view
was the maid child beaten black and blue.

Oh! The pain and misery that people suffer
But I didn't rub humanity with my rubber!!!
Who has got it erased out of our minds??
The emotions of love, virtue of being kind.

At such thoughts my heart shudders,
Killing, suicide, death and murders.
The overworked bee destroys the hive
Because there is no one fit to survive.

One kills his friend so close,
And saves his identity by force.
To the greed of man, you lose every moral
without any sense of guilt, with no quarrel.

Oh I would first rub out the entire human population
Who brought forth hatred, poverty and discrimination
But then,
in the world so empty, alone and wide
Who will be my soul and guide?

Imagination is not the real thing, I understand
So I bury my magic rubber in the sand.