December 3, 2008 § 9 Comments
-My pre-half yearly got over today,my half yearly exams begin next week.
-there are 26 unread posts in my google reader right now,its going to take a lot of time to read all the posts.
-School is coming to a close,its getting closer and closer.We have like 10 more days of classes left,rest of the time will be spent in exams.
-89 days to the boards.
-I don’t feel like watching any more news.
-An interesting post.
-I removed the blog stats from the sidebar.It just got too addictive,now i faithfully go to admin page and see the stats.
-And talking of stats,I have learned that i need to write “current” stuff to get more hits.Well Mumbai terror got a lot of hits,now i think it will be movies again,I don’t feel like watching any.
-I am listening to this at the moment.
-I am tired,extremely tired.Yet when the clock strikes half past ten,I feel fresh,I can’t sleep,till like two in the morning.
-I have school tomorrow,another day of letting out the furstration of being caught up,by bugging people out off their wits.
-I am supposed to be playing FIFA,but for some reason,I am writing this post.
-I know the reason,I am waiting for the first movement to get over.
-I am allergic to mosquito coils and mosquitoes hate me for that-they seem to be bothering everyone in the class except me,making them burn more of it.Whether those creatures die or not(terrorism anyone? See now i have a reason to add terrorism as a tag) I am going to end up with a bad throat infection.
-I like to comment,more so with smilies and peace 🙂
-I thought of drawing cartoons,but am too tired,need more input.
-Long poems do no good to your stats.Yet i love the most -> you can’t earn with what you love the most,though i am the only person to file posts under long poems.
-I think i am the only guy who reads blogs,whose readers never comment on mine.unfortunately,I like the way they write and can’t me myself from not commenting.
-Played my violin today,after like 4 days.
-If you rearrange SANTA you get SATAN. What does that imply?
-I hate humans-more so after the Mumbai attacks-I can’t understand who is worse,those who claim it is alright to bomb another country cause we got hurt or the ones who attacked for about 1.5 lakh rupees(no clue if its true,news reports).
-I like my new header.And well another poll daddy.
August 24, 2008 § 8 Comments
The year is unknown,for there was no one to keep time,as there was no need to know the time.Existence had some worth,for people did live in harmony and understand the sensitivity of the world around them and their role in keeping the link up and the world in sync.People didn’t know their origin.People didn’t know that they could think.People were just people and they appreciated everything around them.The people felt hungry and so they hunted and gathered and ate.The wanted warmth,so they found fire.They knew so much,that they never over did anything.They were part of nature and the coming and going of species was a part of nature,so whatever they killed,was meant to be killed.They lived in caves,because,caves were shelters and they could be safe within them.They lived life,as it was meant to be.they survived for they knew they had to.They procreated because their urge was such.They had affection like everything else around.They did what they felt was right.Law was known but not named.The sun was a light,so they worshiped.Storms were a force so they waited.
The year is known.But it doesn’t matter,for people are living again as they should.They live ,life for the sake of it.They happen to know everything and anything.They knew once upon a time,nature chose them,now they had fallen out of favor with nature and now were slowly being reduced to nothing.They accepted all this,like the first beings of their kind,Nothing mattered except everything to its real worth.Nothing mattered,for they knew what was happening.There was no folly,it was just a theory.There was no sin,for the only virtue is nature.They had the power of reason and they realized that everything was beautiful.It didn’t matter if you thought of God or if you thought of devil.Both had finished their battle with humanity.Both were exhausted,like how the resources given to them were.It was proved that nature was superior to them both.Man was again left with his skin and hair,he had been immaculate all these days and now his purity,showed,in though,word and deed.The angles sang songs,as they pleased,for they were set free from the bounds of heaven and hell.Those in hell,rejoiced heaven and those in heaven understood that what they wanted the most was in hell.They understood each other,Satan and God wary with war,shook hands and then went away,to sleep at their respective homes.Evil had done its part,to save the God and so had the God,to help devil.Love was a term loosely used,for unity in the world was so strict.Since everything was kept so clean,man knew he was as he was supposed to be.Humanity’s progeny would be there,as they were meant to be.
Once upon a time,there was a race called humans.They had a god and a devil,but one day ,there was none but one…
P.S: you are welcome to complete this.
July 23, 2008 § 13 Comments
What is the use? what is the use of this world?
It is always amazing,to know that we the significant micro(maybe even smaller) particles who make up the universe have some purpose and a life to live.Why i live my life,in a regimented way,going to school,supposedly learning things.What will it be like to be in another planet? What will I be,if i were in another planet.Would that planet too have death as we have?What is the big deal anyway of being earthling?
Think of the universe,as it is.I know it is too big to fit into my minuscule three dimensional imagination,but whatever little i can ‘see’,leaves me perplexed ,confused and in a dire need for becoming larger than life itself.Why how can something so big exist in the first place? When i was small,the sun was just ‘nature’ something which i was born into.It was a constant,to the mind which was ready to be tinkered ,it saw what what others thought they saw.The moon Always represented an old lady making ‘idly’.the beach was a place where something called waves lashed on endlessly and if i ventured into it alone,i would be eaten by it.My life was of prime importance to me.Being another heir of the mistake stricken ,unwanted humanity,survival was the instinct.
But as i grew up,i slowly realized,that things are different.In fact education does at least that much to you.You are told that we belong to a solar system and that the moon goes around us.The next time i saw the moon,i looked at it as an entity who was moving around the earth.Now i am digging really deep to feel what i felt then.It is surprising that ‘life’ is so old.What are these memories? So are we a dream,a memory too?
Me writing rather typing,is an memory in more ways than one.Since i am writing i do not care what happens else where around me.Why would i react when i am content,why the moment will always be embedded in me,carved into me,for i am in tune with the reminiscence of the world’s making. Did we go to the heavens because earth never satisfied us? Why when did we realize that we were nothing more that illusive little creatures,who don’t know anything?
On earth everything has the touch of man,as it has of ‘god’.Almost all our fellow creatures,all the flora and fauna which were painted with the magic wand along with us ,have been cut,dissected,bisected,trisected and researched upon. We have arrived at the conclusion that we are the only ones who can think the best.We were after all the once who discovered the existence of God.
Our identity as human beings,has perpetuated from our predecessors.But deep inside all of us know that this is not our absolute identity.When we look at the sky and stare stars and suns ,we feel an old belonging ,the sight of home,after an hiatus to hibernation. Since we are the clever modern super humans in terms of an ever expanding brain and since we know about the big bang and such and such,we run a particle accelerator inside our cramped cavity,reproducing with a eerie contentment,what we feel is the origin of the universe.We revel in it for a few spectacular moments,we run the jocund clowns of happiness in us to such speeds that ecstasy is what we pronounce.We are all happy to be home,we wish to keep seeing our Gods for longer,but the ever severing mind,declares that you have to break the bonds,to live life and produce yourself to sacrifice for the betterment of man.You don’t want it.Who wants to move from home,after a long voyage?Who wants to travel,when travel is all he has done?Who wants to swim,when he has all the while swam?Yet since you are the mind,with a rhetoric puffed up displeasure you try to satisfy your real want with a chronic happiness ,which is at most momentary and small enough to displease the materialistic narcissistic in you and carry on with it.I am trying to write something and all the while i am thinking of the wonderous world,whose width widens my perspective.I am here and i am not.
What is my identity?Am i a lost sibling of a distant star,for whom if i am found,i will look the same as when i landed on Eden? Or have i crossed an Adam’s bridge,to burn all that was bad and mortal? Am i an entity for whom this body was a lease,lent by earth to write off her ever lasting loans?Or am i, simply an animal,a tainted beast,with the curse of thought and want of fantastical fantasies to suit my ill-tempered unbalanced mind?What am i anyway?
Yes,i feel lost.Yes i feel lost here too.Yet i can hear the world,but i can’t see it.I can hear the old song,but my eyes have grown used to this,so that the old song,is a poignant, nostalgic de -javu.i dream up lands,i build my castles.I am a man,a human,who has written tales upon tales with fairies and fun and frolic but i am also the man who writes edifices and breaths the voice of an enigmatic Satan,a suitable tool ,one sprung during my autumn,to sooth the God in me.yet i know,i do not need him,for i was the one who gave god a face,which he can hold high and i was the one who taught him to write,so that he can say what he felt.I lent a being bigger than me,i lent it not one but two identity,i created a juxtapose of the good and the bad,of light and night,of God and Satan,yet i fail at lending myself a single identity.I call myself the third.I am happy to pull the strings of the first too.Yet my fingers move without my knowledge in my sleep,they want home and what they see is that destruction can retrace me,to where i belong.
There is music playing in the background.The song is melodious.It is a classic,it breaths life into the creature,whose identity is his name and his music.Why what caused him to play and create music?Did he realize that if he struck his strings and quietened the world with symphonies ,he might be able to shriek out for his lost sibling?Or did he realize that when he played his music,he could be himself ,free and inheritor of freedom,the absolute transparent being,who could smile away adversity and sleep ugly to beauty? I am listening to his and with gusto summoning my aesthetic consciousness to appreciate his ballades.I try to feel the same joy he felt when his fingers were let lose upon the keys,to key in the codes of his disparity among humanity.But his code was always good,for such is the magic,of the hands who are at home,always,poor pathetic things,they can’t see nor hear,they are slaves whose only wish is to satisfy their master, as they feel that is their duty and destiny.
Movements.The breeze tickles the trees.Those gigantic beings let out giggles.Why among humanity their existence is varied.One day they are paraphrased as the basic need for the survival of humanity’s earth,the next day,they are cut by the very hands,oh! pathetic hands,they are the only ones who want to get us home.
If my hands know my home,then why don’t I?Should i close my eyes,for all eternity,so that the reality has a chance to roll the dice and bring me home to see its son?I wish i could,but i have a mind,who is a ardent appraiser of the rebellious me.I am torn by my hands,physically and by my mind mentally.I ask you both,i think of either home or heaven-hell only when i am felt free,to my peace.They refuse.I shut my eyes.The hands sway the puppets of infinity,they try to hail home closer.The mind eats into me,they ruthlessly try to disrupt the harmony and bleed my namesake into surrender,but they fail ,neither will give up,i am the used,i am the user,i am between myself.I am still wondering about me and my true reality,one thing is for sure,i will lose mortality when i find the reality,let it be soon.Mortality is lost,when sense of reality is found.
May the world be in peace.Home is not far away,the darkest night,is the last of winter,the coldest water is one before the hot.Let the world exist at it should,let every man reach his harbor and let every flight end at home,may the world be in peace,i go to sleep….