I wrked jst hard fr silent possession of silence
but tears and laughter never leave my shadow
they seek and they hide
to the end of day
and in d night return like the tide
tking away the rhythm from life
thy giv rhym to this lonly meadow
nd they lurk in my shadow
Alone i try to wander sumtyms
to d clouds nd to d worlds to plogh
to the end of world, nd for the beginning to grow
d sun though sets at my swt home
wth my 2 frnds on d porch below
dey sing wih me 4 the endless joy
nd cry for the dead sorrow
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
THINGS I NEVER KNEW WHEN I WAS YOU
DEAR YOU,
I can never tell you how much I love you. It has been a long time since I have met you. In exact 10 years. A little by little you faded away from my memory. You were too eager to be me. You never realized that in the process you are forgetting yourself. Today when I counted the 21st eternity of my life, the shards of silence reminisced the days of glory when we were one. You and I collectively could conquer our entire little world. Happiness was not optional. It was inevitable for the lack of choice. You may remember the day grandma died, almost a year ago. We did not understand death then. We did not understand the scrupulous details of the volatility of life. Not that you still understand, not had I a choice would want you to understand. The point is we never knew grief. The heart only shattered when we were denied a toy and instantly mended from a frozen dessert. I wish those times would have been eternal. I wish the hourglass would have frozen. Anyways this is not for you to understand yet. What you have to understand is the joy of being you. How hard you try to imagine that there would be no tomorrow, after every night of sleep a new dawn would await you with promises of even beautiful days ahead. The myriad fantasies you weave around your world which you want to realize would knock your footsteps when the right time comes. Conformity is not what I am asking from you. Non-conformity to even non-conformity makes you the free soul that even today I have not managed to lose. All I ask from you is to lose the desperation for the life and future as if you have to catch the last plane out of zombie land.
I certainly sound preachy. A lot of people must have told you this but trust me, I know you well, too well. In spite of this we both know that your death is inevitable. What pains the most is that for my survival and for my existence you have to burn down to ashes. The resurrection from there would lose all its meaning if you don’t do what you have done. All I want is the unity of souls that existed then. I want you to be me but not by making yourself innocuous victim of change, for the sake of it.
Again I know that by no means this letter may reach you, not as of now. I am preparing the package for the time it would be possible to deliver. The time when we could exist in time. Then we will meet in eternity. Together we would hold hands and walk down the paths of the stars effervescent with the joy of our unity. We will happily glide to the moon and talk about how we miss each other. The time would come when infinity would be one. All the distances would be gauged and all the boundaries shattered and I would see you again.
Love…….
FROM
‘’ME’’
I can never tell you how much I love you. It has been a long time since I have met you. In exact 10 years. A little by little you faded away from my memory. You were too eager to be me. You never realized that in the process you are forgetting yourself. Today when I counted the 21st eternity of my life, the shards of silence reminisced the days of glory when we were one. You and I collectively could conquer our entire little world. Happiness was not optional. It was inevitable for the lack of choice. You may remember the day grandma died, almost a year ago. We did not understand death then. We did not understand the scrupulous details of the volatility of life. Not that you still understand, not had I a choice would want you to understand. The point is we never knew grief. The heart only shattered when we were denied a toy and instantly mended from a frozen dessert. I wish those times would have been eternal. I wish the hourglass would have frozen. Anyways this is not for you to understand yet. What you have to understand is the joy of being you. How hard you try to imagine that there would be no tomorrow, after every night of sleep a new dawn would await you with promises of even beautiful days ahead. The myriad fantasies you weave around your world which you want to realize would knock your footsteps when the right time comes. Conformity is not what I am asking from you. Non-conformity to even non-conformity makes you the free soul that even today I have not managed to lose. All I ask from you is to lose the desperation for the life and future as if you have to catch the last plane out of zombie land.
I certainly sound preachy. A lot of people must have told you this but trust me, I know you well, too well. In spite of this we both know that your death is inevitable. What pains the most is that for my survival and for my existence you have to burn down to ashes. The resurrection from there would lose all its meaning if you don’t do what you have done. All I want is the unity of souls that existed then. I want you to be me but not by making yourself innocuous victim of change, for the sake of it.
Again I know that by no means this letter may reach you, not as of now. I am preparing the package for the time it would be possible to deliver. The time when we could exist in time. Then we will meet in eternity. Together we would hold hands and walk down the paths of the stars effervescent with the joy of our unity. We will happily glide to the moon and talk about how we miss each other. The time would come when infinity would be one. All the distances would be gauged and all the boundaries shattered and I would see you again.
Love…….
FROM
‘’ME’’
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
God is in details
God is in details. it is one of my friends favourite quote. i doubt he understands the implications of this quote or maybe he does.
this quote accidentally summarises a lot of going on in today's world, specifically the media, even more specifically the television medium.
the breaking news trend has given us a lot more details of ordinary life of people who hardly cause a difference in our life. so one morning i wake up and find intricate details of one Mr salman khan jogging all his way to his posh bandra residence at the crack of the dawn. the news i guess must have been hot cake because of the sponsors it had. the details i guess must actually be god for the broadcasters as it was generating their revenue and place in the ruthless rat race{notice the alliteration :)}. With all the speculation in the voice of the anchor, it was at the end of the day one poor man trying to keep his body fit. being Salman i doubt he must have wanted solitude with his fat burning regime but i guess most of the other people would rather be left alone. the mesmerizing details of the daily life notwithstanding occasional important but out rightly boring news items forms the crux of the booming and thriving news channels. God is in details. very true. All these details makes me cry out loud.......GOD!!!(even being an atheist).
On a lighter note(or i guess a serious one), God is certainly in the details. imagine the anticipation before you kiss a girl for the first time. the deep breath, the quivering feeling in the lips and the shaking of the hands. the sinking feeling in the heart I guess is much more cherishable than the actual kiss. Not taking away the glory from the actual melting of the lips, the process through which they meet is much more divine. i strongly believe its not about reaching your goals, realizing your dreams but much more about how you go at it. the details are much more alluring. This generation is so obsessed with reaching their destination that it has completely forgotten to cherish the journey. A lot of my friends crib about their results, career and similar bull shit. they just fail to understand or even appreciate the life around them. We are just a cause and effect generation completely defined by advertisements and the consumerist culture. We are hypnotized in to absolute conformity and fail to innovate. All our life we are bothered about things that we don't have but ought to have. good marks, decent college, good grades, decent job, decent house, wife,kids, blaablaa bloobloo and what not. All the while we are striving hard to prepare for the next examination life has in store for us we fail to realize the world around us.
Recently i told a few friends that i would like to go on a motorcycle trip across the nation after i finish my course. People said wonderful but i could make out them thinking how delirious i was to not fight for a job and just go. The idea sounds absurdly romantic about which we would rather like to read and watch(read motorcycle diaries or similar stuff)but rather not do ourselves or even not let people close to us to do. But hello the idea is mine and unquestionably the life too is. Cerebral malfunction or self exploration, whatever one may call it but i am certainly going to go ahead with it. I need to know the world i live in. I need to know my people, my country and its varied cultures. I NEED THE DETAILS.
this quote accidentally summarises a lot of going on in today's world, specifically the media, even more specifically the television medium.
the breaking news trend has given us a lot more details of ordinary life of people who hardly cause a difference in our life. so one morning i wake up and find intricate details of one Mr salman khan jogging all his way to his posh bandra residence at the crack of the dawn. the news i guess must have been hot cake because of the sponsors it had. the details i guess must actually be god for the broadcasters as it was generating their revenue and place in the ruthless rat race{notice the alliteration :)}. With all the speculation in the voice of the anchor, it was at the end of the day one poor man trying to keep his body fit. being Salman i doubt he must have wanted solitude with his fat burning regime but i guess most of the other people would rather be left alone. the mesmerizing details of the daily life notwithstanding occasional important but out rightly boring news items forms the crux of the booming and thriving news channels. God is in details. very true. All these details makes me cry out loud.......GOD!!!(even being an atheist).
On a lighter note(or i guess a serious one), God is certainly in the details. imagine the anticipation before you kiss a girl for the first time. the deep breath, the quivering feeling in the lips and the shaking of the hands. the sinking feeling in the heart I guess is much more cherishable than the actual kiss. Not taking away the glory from the actual melting of the lips, the process through which they meet is much more divine. i strongly believe its not about reaching your goals, realizing your dreams but much more about how you go at it. the details are much more alluring. This generation is so obsessed with reaching their destination that it has completely forgotten to cherish the journey. A lot of my friends crib about their results, career and similar bull shit. they just fail to understand or even appreciate the life around them. We are just a cause and effect generation completely defined by advertisements and the consumerist culture. We are hypnotized in to absolute conformity and fail to innovate. All our life we are bothered about things that we don't have but ought to have. good marks, decent college, good grades, decent job, decent house, wife,kids, blaablaa bloobloo and what not. All the while we are striving hard to prepare for the next examination life has in store for us we fail to realize the world around us.
Recently i told a few friends that i would like to go on a motorcycle trip across the nation after i finish my course. People said wonderful but i could make out them thinking how delirious i was to not fight for a job and just go. The idea sounds absurdly romantic about which we would rather like to read and watch(read motorcycle diaries or similar stuff)but rather not do ourselves or even not let people close to us to do. But hello the idea is mine and unquestionably the life too is. Cerebral malfunction or self exploration, whatever one may call it but i am certainly going to go ahead with it. I need to know the world i live in. I need to know my people, my country and its varied cultures. I NEED THE DETAILS.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Seduced by life : introduction
Another blog on the net. another man venting out his pent up shit.
what is this blog about? no this isnt my dear diary with daily and monthly updates. this is something more cliched than that. while the world is breaking all the cliches, i am a very cliched man. this blog is about all the psychobabble shit that mindfucks me. who am i writing this blog for? for the future to see or the past to understand? i dont know! this has actually added up the list of things that i dont know and understand. my understanding of the world has led me to not understanding a lot of things. but i guess this is not the time i talk about it. some other time some other post. when would be the other post and like the real world who would be really waiting for me, for my post? i again dont know!
the next post maybe after a year, after a month or probably even after an hour. all i can say is that until creativity bites my ass!!
I WILL BE WATCHING MY BACK......................
what is this blog about? no this isnt my dear diary with daily and monthly updates. this is something more cliched than that. while the world is breaking all the cliches, i am a very cliched man. this blog is about all the psychobabble shit that mindfucks me. who am i writing this blog for? for the future to see or the past to understand? i dont know! this has actually added up the list of things that i dont know and understand. my understanding of the world has led me to not understanding a lot of things. but i guess this is not the time i talk about it. some other time some other post. when would be the other post and like the real world who would be really waiting for me, for my post? i again dont know!
the next post maybe after a year, after a month or probably even after an hour. all i can say is that until creativity bites my ass!!
I WILL BE WATCHING MY BACK......................
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