Are you from NGC-5621 in the Cygnis III star system?

I like listening to old (or relatively old) songs when I drive, most of my drives are either to or from work. As I was driving to work today...

Before I bore you to death, this is not a post about driving, its about something much more interesting.

... three songs, one after the other played on the car deck, nor mind it that I play songs at the random setting and when I selected the songs to put on the disk, I followed no logical or illogical order these were just the songs I like, so there is my logic YIKES!

Anyway, the three songs, sung by different singers, written by different writers, coming from different times, and you might even say different sub-dialects of Nepali.

There was however, very curiously, one commonality between the three, the three songs talked about the beauty of the snow covered Himalayas and by some sheer conspiracy, the beauty in the eyes of a girl as she flutters her eyelashes...

That got a thought going in my head, the snow covered Himalayas are indeed beautiful and the eyelashes what can I say, who will dispute the fact that many a wars are fought over who gets to see them...

Coming back, three songs, three singers, three times, three languages, three writers all exalting the same "beauty"... I challenge you, you either agree or disagree, you cannot ignore Beauty is inherent, Beauty is timeless.

But then why is it said that Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder?

No matter where you come from, except NGC-5621 in the Cygnis III star system, the snow covered Himalayas will be beautiful, and so will the fluttering eyelashes... come to think of it, so will the moon, and also the waves as they hit the rocks... The bagpipe as it plays its own versions of our favorite songs will also be beautiful and so will the "undead" metal band as it blares at the top of their combined voices... The heartbeat of the 346cc engine as it goes one stroke after another driving along the city streets or through lush fields will also be beautiful and so will be the flap-flap sound of the printing machine as it churns out one printed sheet after another... The sparkle in the eye as you kneel down with a ring in your hand and propose to that one girl will score maybe at the top of the chart of beauty and the cry you hear of your one-year old child as he/she is frustrated at not being able to reach his/her favorite toy atop the table, will probably rival the eye sparkle by ring event...

There is immense and unexplainable beauty around us, as some wise person had said a long time ago, or didn't -- at times you need to slow down, kneel down and feel the ground under your feel, walk barefoot on the early morning dew-laden grass, just slow down and smell the flowers...

There is immense and unexplainable beauty around us, follow the wise person's advice...

Hardcoded

Like the geese that take flight every autumn and instinctively fly off in the right direction in their journey of thousands of kilometers. Like the salmon that continue swimming upstream, regardless of the strength of water pushing them down. Like the dog we often hear about who got lost when its family were at a picnic, returning back home, walking for weeks on end...

There is something inherently coded in us, something embedded and etched in our microprocessors that can never be erased, that makes us who we are and keeps us who we are...

I am reminded of my home, I am reminded of the cloudless azure skies, I am reminded of the cold water running through the taps, I am reminded of the gentle cool breeze, I am reminded of the bright mornings and the chilly evenings... I am far away from home, far away from my homeland... and yet sitting a stranger city, where I am myself a stranger to strangers, sitting a city which is so different... I look out the window and I see the traffic thinning down as it would in my home town around Phulpati... I look out the windows, and if I look hard enough I see the kites with the shiny tails fluttering in the skies

It is hard coded inside of us, it is hard coded inside of me... I don't need to close my eyes to see it, my home town, the streets I grew up on... I don't need to close my eyes to feel it, my home town, the streets I grew up on... 

Its a little difficult to feel the cool gentle breeze on my face, but I can feel it alright...

There is something hardcoded inside of us... And in an instant can take you back...

;-)

There is something that is hardcoded inside of us... And in an instant can take you back... 

;-)

And if I want to be really sneaky, I can taste the plate of momo with the achaar poured over it, I can taste the fried sausages and fried potatoes on a stick, I can even feel the warmth of the glass of black tea in my hands and burn my tongues with it...

;-)

There is something really hardcoded inside me... And in an instant it takes me back...