March 27, 2009 § 14 Comments
In my dreams I do believe,
One day I will achieve.
Fairy tales begin with ‘once upon a time’ and so does this one. Once upon a time, in a world far far away from ‘reality’ there was a little boy in a big city. He dreamed of reaching the stars which he saw and thought that if he could keep improving his paper plane design, he could build a craft and finally go and see the stars closer.
He was a good old chatterbox,non-stop super-sense if not to others ,to himself. But what was more shocking was the way he could observe people and things. Though people around made fun of him,he loved the stars and told himself, he would go up away from this world and see them some day , some how. But at that he didn’t know one thing-that when people decide your dream is ridiculous they try to make sure you can never reach it.
And so the time came when the kid entered first standard and the bright lad, now hated school,because the teachers some how didn’t like him.The smart boy he had been in kindergarten was now gone. He realized he liked a certain girl ,who was popular,got good marks and whom everyone wanted to talk to-things he wasn’t. Oh! he and marks – Some how,they never seemed to matter to him,yet they seemed to give people a reason to say why he can’t go to the ‘space’ and visit the universe ,he wasn’t getting enough marks!
But that didn’t stop him,he was a determined kid.In his mind,he could see himself peeping out of the window at the stars and enjoying the serene silence. Where ever he thought of that,he felt on top of that world,below him called earth,how those people tried to tell him he can’t fly,but he was little bird wasn’t he?
In his dreams ,he achieved plenty more. He lead a life,away from the reality. And as life would have it,he was never popular in school, though he wished he was , but that gave him plenty of time,to live in his own little world of ideas and ideals. But his marks saw a bit of daylight and slowly started going up for a while.
By the time he entered his teens,he still thought of his stars but he now understood,what the world would do-he was old enough to understand people and their ways. So one day he sat and told himself,no matter what life throws at him,he would get there.
But within a while,all changed and his dreams seemed to have gone away.Someone seemed to have stamped the little paper plane -he hated it,he never was a earthling,earth was meant for creatures who wanted safety,not for heroes like him.Then suddenly,a thread stuck from the sky and he started to climb towards the stars. One the way up,he knocked on God’s door and give him his best smile.
But suddenly everything came crashing,some human was pulling him down, this shouldn’t happen,to the little boy,the young man told himself , would this be the end of the road for his dream. Then something struck him, there is another path, to his dream,not one of climbing up a thread, but one which he had to discover and on the way he would learn more about humans and the way they act . He told himself that he would make it , he felt the warmth of the dreams .
During the day,he observed the race he was left in and tried to figure out why people were people and why they might be so. Then they called him a idealist. He hated it as much as he hated the way people behaved. But he knew,if he ever was going to go to the stars, he needed to tell these people , it was they who showed him , his ideas and ideals , they who showed him how to build a paper plane and it was they who crushed it and pulled the ropes. This was not helplessness . If he wanted he knew, there were other ways, there were people , who would love to have him(or so he believed) but he despised helplessness , if not this, than that , the stars kept calling.
Year after year,he tried; Then one night,he wept,the man did weep, he wanted his little paper plane , so he took a paper and made such a plane and as things would have it,in the plane he saw what he had missed , he knew that all the while he had made the choices towards love ,he knew that got him here. But he also knew, in the heart of every child,there lives a star and if you remain that kid,no one can steal the dream in your head. So he lay dreaming…..Yup, this was the path of love…
A fairy tale should have a good or a positive ending , will this end is such a way? I leave it you to write what happens to the young man…
March 11, 2009 § 5 Comments
The king heard the sage speak out.It was the best speech he had ever heard,not even the home minister was capable of such,not even Obama was capable of such,not even ,not even,the Martian who tried to take over Earth was capable of such,not even ,not even,there was no comparison left, “ha! such wisdom” the king thought to himself.
To others around him,the king seemed lulled like he was watching a 4 hr Hindi movie, like the snake who was charmed in the street corners on some country, like poor people at the hands of corrupt politicians or kids on orkut getting hacked. And all the while ,the king was dreaming of a coup, that someone was talking over his kingdom.
It struck the poor king,he burst out, ” What do you call a brahmin boy who can write with both his hands? ”
The sage looked pleased,”ha so the spirits have woken up ,have they” , he said in a deep baritone,as if the moon had flown away. ” I know the answer,to your wit, ‘ ambi-dexterous’ (ambi – boy/man) ..ha ha ha,such wit,welcome to the land of thondi,whom am I speaking to? ”
” This is the great spirit of thondi raja’s great to the power of 100 grand father,How are you oh! sage,you look as young as you were,when you made Alexander go back! My ,I remember,you were wearing those Chinese silk stuff,when did you change fashion?”
“OH! I change my fashion,as it comes. My fellows rule the world of fashion you know.You want to go to Milan ,watch a fashion show and play football with Beckham,I have some passes for you.”
“Ha! no,my time here is short.I am using a Prepaid connection and my we have recession in heaven as well,so before they lock me out,I need to get back. We are asking for a bailout,but since elections are approaching and the parties are busy wasting money on campaign posters and false promises…anyway,This is what I have to say,anyway,oyi, my son,do you hear me? ”
” yes thatha( grand father).”
” On the 5th full moon from today,go and climb the great peak of thondi and stand there,with some of your French wine,Swiss cheese and Thiyirsadham,that day we shall upgrade to the platinum thondi member. Be well dressed ,the special angles will be there and oh! they likes bribes,so have some nice gift handy for him.”
” oh! I shall do as you say thatha,but one problem,I do not take or pay bribes,I have been inspired by bloggers to not do so.I refuse to pay bribes.”
“Ha! that is sad,make your choice,I have to go,my balance is almost over,my I should change connections,waiting for number portability..bye..”
The king woke up from the trance . He left so fresh, ha he had such wonderful ideas and he got the message,he dutifully recited it,like some sacred hymn,lest he forget it! He left as if he was growing younger by the day,like Benjamin Button…
Suddenly there was a blast and a gunman appeared,he placed the PK-A7 on the kings head and with a wild laugh screamed “Game over”….
January 4, 2009 § 8 Comments
The king once informed,was elated.He gave his wonderful ministers a treat in the Taj,near the Gateway of Thondi.While eating an exotic fifty course meal,he was informed,that the lady in question was angry and was planning to sue the king of thondi in the international court of justice,for using her name.Confused and perplexed,the king,had a second helping of each dish.
The great Thondiraja,returned to his court.He knew the only way to help cool a person who lived in the artic(almost),was to send a “hot” gift.The singer Himesh would have been useful,but unfortunately he was in England.The sight of the latest AK 74,caught his eyes.What better gift,to give a person? After all the cold might get to her head and she might need something to help.He would send her some wine from his vineyards in France and a few guns.
The minister was summoned and told to write a letter,intricately describing,the beauty of American culture and their wonderful screaming music.The minister being a financial genius,praised the wall street businessmen and their slyly tactics.The letter was then sprayed with the latest deo from axe.The wine and the letter were shipped to the Arctic.A couple of days later,he received a mail from the lady and that she was impressed.
The king didn’t not like this at all.The queen should be more terrifying,so terrifying that the devil’s of interviews should cry and wish to be exported to some country.The king sent her a CD of Suprabatham and wished her long life.
After all the hullabaloo the king,was tired and wanted some real romance.So before parading his fleet of concords to another country and hunting a lady,he wrote a post on his blog condemning the air strikes by one country on another.This way the ministers would be kept on their toes and they would not eat too much,get a heart attack and die forcing him to return early.
At the airport,while he was about to board his plane,in a rather filmy style,an old man with a long beard and a sitar appeared.It would be blasphemy not to give a full account of what happened,so the actual conversation which took place:-
King Thondi:-Who are you? I am off to find a wife,so unless you have a daughter,you can talk.Since that is unlikely,move out of way of I shall crush you.
The man with the bread:- Oh wise one,my name would not be needed here.But I am the man who can offer you solace.
King Thondi:-Solace,Quantum of Solace? I didn’t like the movie.That fellow looked older than you,old man.And i would have been a better hero.I don’t talk to people without names,so be fast,i don’t want to waste the tax payer’s money by keeping the planes running!
The man with the beard:-
My father’s name is Bhrama
and my fav line is Narayana.
Krishna’s best friend was Sudhama,
from the Himalaya to Kumari,
From Ganga to Kaveri,
I am the sage who has fun
All the while on the run-
I am Narada.
Or at least,i played the part in Doordarshan.So call me that.Anyway I too pay taxes,so follow me oh! great king,who can eat the enitre universe,please follow me,I shall get you a wife.
King thondi:-Ha interesting,now I can Identify you,the bread has changed you.A queen? Who is she? Is she hotter than Shakira? Can she dance? Can she sing? Oh! you great Narada?
The man with the bread:-By the merc your father gave me,yes she is way way better,follow me.
And so the king ordered the planes to be shut.He wouldn’t have lost,after all the fuel prices ha come down.He then followed the man with the beard.
They entered the forests,the king held his gun ready,there were rumors that a pink panther was moving about.But the man with the bread,motioned him to put the gun down.And then,like Ronaldo,measuring a free kick,the man with the bread,measured 5 steps talked to a tree,complained that the bushes had grown too fast and ran and smacked a near by stone.The stone bounced of another tree,enraged,he took it on the volley and this time hit went over the tree and landed some distance away in a small pond.
The scenery changed.There in the middle of what seemed to be a heaven in earth,was a river.But instead of water,sambar flowed.The king was stunned,why he didn’t know the Sambar river went through Thondi,he thought it was only a myth.
He then realized it was another world,a world with a world.And at that moment his phone rang.The Sambar magic began.
TO BE CONTINUED…
December 22, 2008 § 14 Comments
Once upon a time,long long ago,well not so long ago,the kingdom of Thondi was ruled by the great king,the magnanimous,the felicity showering philanthropist Raja Raja Raja Thondiraja.
The reason for the three Rajas preceding his name is the fact that all his forefathers who sat at that crown had the name Thondiraja and he being the fourth ,he had to add his three ancestors name to his.Now it would have been easier to just say Thondiraja the fourth,but being a very superstitious race,they had to consult the temple priest.The priest being a fan of long names,sat down to contemplate the case referred.He knew he the name had to be long,but to call the king anything but thondiraja,would be taken as a kingly sin.So after much thought and endless cups of buttermilk from the royal kitchen,he pretended to consult an almanac and see the distant stars,who at that point,if one had checked could not be seen,thanks to the sun,he came up with the name Raja Raja Raja Thondiraja.
So upon being crowned on an auspicious day(the astrologers dinner ,5 gold coins,the courtesans for him,another 10 gold coins,the arrangements for the function 100 gold coins,the new jewelery and dress designed by Armani 50 gold coins,advertising during Big brother 25 gold coins,Having SRK and a cat in that ad,15 gold coins but the moment was priceless for him, even though he didn’t have a mastercard,he was the master after all) he entered his palace.
The royal musician,Himesh sang his new song, specially composed for the occasion.The new king,couldn’t stand such atrocious music,he knew the old story that,his father wanted to save the subjects from this fellows torture and so had brought him to the court.He felt a need to do something about this fellow.the Raja,thondi raja,sat on the Italian fur mat,checked the time on his swiss watch and pronounced his first verdict-He would send this wonderful singer,as his gift to the queen of England.He had heard she was cost cutting and had sacked her musicians.He told his right hand minister Chidambaram,to write a letter to the honourable lady vindicating his gift.And so the slyly minister took up his pen(which he had flicked from the treasury) and wrote a 6 yard letter,in such colourful words,that the musician in concern,beamed in pride and almost began to sing again.But some how,they managed to get him out before the cacophony(though the word seems small)began again.
Now having lost a musician and knowing that it would take him sometime to import the Germany technology and the American singers,he was left to contemplate how he would pass his time.Glancing again at his time piece(which he didn’t pay for,it was a gift from a Swiss bank,when he deposited his gold) he decided to summon the court dancer.He clapped his hands twice and a guard appeared.He was about to give him the order,when he noticed that the guard looked familiar.And like a forest fire,it came to him,it was Amir! His favorite star!he got up and jumped so much,that the satellites picked up images of another tsunami(you see he was so fat,er..thondi in tamil means stomach).But the actor,bowed down and asked him with a true panache,what his majesty wanted.And so the exuberant king ordered the actor to explain the reason for him to take such a role.
It was for his next film -guard,he explained.He needed to get initiated to the role.Why he was even sleeping when the king was not watching,he added.the king was flattered.He told the actor to summon the dancer and go back to sleep.
When the noble left handed minister heard this,he felt a tinge of sweat trickled down his made up pink of health brow.He got up and informed the king that the dancer had left for the United States.The king requested for the painter,at least that should throw some hue on his dull mood.And at this,sweating even more the minister informed the king,that the painter had been thrown into some oasis in a desert in the middle east,as the people wanted didn’t like him.
So informed,the king was dejected.His first day in office,was getting worse.he knew that the priest had been a bogus.He needed something to make him feel better…and as his highness was becoming grumpier and grumpier,entered the protagonist,the jester of jesters,Darshel.
The bubbly Darshel along with his aide ,Deepika,were the talk of every household.The lady was the hit,she was capable of performing multiple roles so well,that Darshel,could carry on his non stop nonsense,he could refuse all the awards they gave him or appear in TV,while the lady entertained the king when the ads came on the court channel.
In a supposed to be mesmerizing move,the clown,with an ave,shouted,long live the king,long live the queen with three hundred cart wheels(who told that people have to cut costs and no testing?He still made his own things,after all he still was the horse and no fiat can make him see otherwise).The king then realized what he needed,a Queen!
And so as the realization struck his perfectly combed,no gel,only oiled hair,he got up ,as if the 19000 RPM he was planning to import had already hit him and ordered everyone in the court to,find me ops,him a queen.The court felt the power.They all felt the nudge,the magical touch ,this they knew was the secret behind the royal line,this is what kept even the most neo-clear counties at bay.And so feeling the Intra court power,they all set about,as if they were trying to find information about a terrorists from the neighboring country.
The court website team was contacted and told to place an ad for a queen.The minister himself went on air,in CCB and assured the world,that the kingdom needed a queen.Reassured people across the world,googled the kingdom of Thondi,which till then they didn’t know existed and even those who knew thought was in the middle of the pacific.The various blogs had informative posts on the kingdom and then went on to add how much money was being wasted on a queen hunt.
A few speculated that a Sarah would be the right choice.And the minister himself,informed the king about this…
WHAT IS SAMBAR MAGIC? WAIT TO FIND OUT!
Part two tomorrow(if you really really want to read it,if you say no,it will be a no,so vote properly,this is not for a WWE!)
November 13, 2008 § 7 Comments
NOTE:-This is a beginning of a story.I will continue if you all like it.
He walked in.With a terrorising laugh,he turned to the man who lay near the wall.He rubbed his hands.Another victim for torture.He was going to love this,this one seemed to be the type who acted tough and then broke and put their thumbs into their mouth.He wondered which finish he would choose.(Rubbing his hands again)”Ha well that can wait,lets get started shall we” ,He said looking at the man.
He had heard about him.He was known as Terror.The name was enough to send most guards at the institute into coma.In fact they used the name to extract information.HE knew what was going to happen.He prayed that,he would die.Death they said was the best thing that could happen to you at his hands.He thought of her.”Darling…” he cried out,as terror began with a kick-it had started.
“ha darling,lovely darling,good boy,there good boy(strokes his hair)…terror is here now,don’t worry,dear,I won’t hurt you,see” .HE kicked him again.The guy coughed.”Now that was nothing dear…ha well,coooody coooody tell me all you know and we will just take a couple of layers of skin,yummy yummy..”
“I don’t know anything..”
“oh! cut it darling,it doesn’t work with me.This is no movie,I don’t like pretence,get it,GET IT? No no,this isn’t just right is it…hmm…hmm…get this straight,tell me now and you might be in one piece or yummy yummy ,yum yum,twish,i will peel you layer by layer,like cheese..hmmm..ummm…yummy,i love cheese..”
“Ya well i know you will and yes this is no movie.Why don’t you remove these ropes,lets face it shall we”.
“HA,that is brave(kicks him),ya that hell will be too nice,but not now,he he,i would like to that,but if you get away…yum..those creatures out there,will all be my fish,raw fish,fishy fishy fish”.
HE starts beating him up.He first kicks him about 10 times and then lifts him,slaps him left and right and then throwns him on to the wall.Then holds him by the feet.
“Yummy yummy,will you talk darling? Tell me what do you know about him…”
“Y..you…(spits blood on Terrors shirt) ,i am telling you ,I am telling ya,I don’t know,get it I DON”T KNOW!.”
“Haaaa ha,you don’t know.Then how about we make you remember some manners first?Bad boy.You don’t spit on people,no wonder no wonder,DO YOU KNOW THAT HURTS? And i am going to give it back to you,lovely lovely present too,yum yum,blood bloody red blood,nothing like it.”
Terror takes out a knife,and rubs his thumb and index finger over it.
“You know,knifes hurt? It really causes pain,lots and lots of pain.” “I love pain,i love to see it hurt others….” Catches his hair and pulls him up.Being only 5’11 and weighing only 150 pounds,he knew he couldn’t resist,he kicks the floor to ease the pain.”Sttttoooop it you….”,”Filthy filthy,now you going to say bad things about little terror?Bad boy..Mummy,he is a bad boy,i am going to shave him a bit…” He rises him up higher and cuts of his hair,half pulling,very close to the scalp.As he falls down,Terror throws the hair into the guys eyes.”They say,they told me,when i was Kid,He he,ya I was a very bad boy,really really bad boy,that God poked your eyes,if you did something bad..there bad boy,now tell little terror the truth and he will leave you…”.HE places the knife between his eyes moving it over them.” TELL ME WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM! ”
“I don don’t I DON”T KNOW ANYTHING,YOU FOOLS !”
A kick to the face,”You THINK I AM A FOOL?No no,terror is a good boy ,clever very clever,he stole and murdered the cashier when he was 8,they caught him and then beat him,but he was clever,very clever and escaped,good clever boy,very very clever,he killed little Bony boy when he refused to give terror respect,now this junk is bad,bad for health,real bad…yummy terror is going to kill,kiiilllll again”.
“I DON”T KNOW ANYTHING! THAT IS ALL I AM GOING TO SAY!NOW LEAVE YOU ASSOLE!!!WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? TERROR? There is nothing terrifying about you”
“really…REALLY..really? hmm….hmmm….”…” Yesterday night…night,all alone in my house,In my little room,I lay I lay heh he he terror was terrified And so and so decided to see how it will be …how it would be give terror to TERROR..I took the knife like this(pulls the knife) placed it on my neck here…here,can you see,(slap) can you see? (places it about an inch from the collar bone),It felt good,yummy yummy good…I thought,he he i thought,terror thought,how lovely it would be to cut…cut his lovely little throat,just like that,just like he did it to all those nameless little worms…Poor creatures,they all shouted….BUT I decided Terror deserves better….So let us strike a DEAL…THE DEVIL ,TERROR THE DEVIL WANTS A WAGER ,ARE YOU READY ANGLE DARLING?ARE YOU READY?ARE YOU?”
“y…yes…anything,for you ,now we are taking TERROR indeed. “HE smiled revealing his well brushed white teeth.
” I don’t like your TEETH,no little terror doesn’t like it all….so,so what does he do..BAD BOY,BAD BOY,BAAAD BOOY!AWWWWW,I HATE THATTT…”,terror punches him on the pace and knocks out a few teeth.
“you look proper now,good ,you look better,you look ,you look…you loook,like ME,WHEN I was small….THEY MESSED ME UP,IT WAS BETTER OF COURSE,but I looked like this..”
“Then why don’t you get a better..”Spits blood on the floor along with a few teeth,” Look at yourself? Come on remove these ropes,REMOVE IT I SAY.”
“GOOD WORM,now wants food,he he,shall we feed the worm terror? Shall we? What shall we give it to chew? Hmm..Hmm….HA that finger ,he has ten like terror,bad boy…bad boooy….NOW …now sstay calm,I will give you food…” moves towards his toe…
TO BE CONTINUED
September 18, 2008 § 12 Comments
Well before we started,all you directors from any wood,if you copy the following post,i am going to sue you,for your entire money,back and white ,if you have something gray,you are lucky.
The following charachter in the story,are purely fictional,resemblence to any person/name, dead or alive,sane or insane,old or young,rich or poor is intentional.
Once upon a time, there lived a queen who wanted a daughter with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as black as ebony. She prayed day and night for such a daughter and one fine day, nine months after a particularly raunchy night with the gardener, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter.
She had blood-red lips but the other two attributes were interchanged. Her skin was as black as ebony and her hair was as white as snow. The King and the Queen had decided to name her Snow White, but now,the name seemed ridiculous. So, they decided to call her Greyhound.
Grief-stricken, the Queen consumed poison and died on the occasion of Greyhound’s first birthday, and the next day, the King put up an ad in the Lonely Hearts columns, asking for an evil stepmother for his beautifully hideous daughter…
The story(copied and pasted,just as i had written in that comment section):-ha well he got a suitable wife and he got busy..he took tips by reading Enchantress of Bollywood…The wife,is like Katrina Kaif and can’t act…and the girl is Deepika(only thing this one’s brighter) so well,he thinks himself to be Vijay Mallaya, and that he can owe everything…but the Girl gets pissed off and after going to Kerala Nambuthri(Akshaya Kumar) she summons her moms ghost…The ghost takes over the wife’s body and plans to get its revenge..but then the king gets wise and adds poison to into his wife’s beer…but well the ghost becomes even cleverer and in the last second escapes and the wife dies…the king is enraged and decides to summon a ghost buster…Imran khan…Who uses his cat attack(mew,mew) to chase away the ghost…the daughter gets damn pissed and summons Abi (small B ) who starts dancing…then to top it a stream of hopeless movies are run through…the king dies of hopeless movies heart induction ,over population syndrome and the daughter takes over the kingdom..but then the ghost of the mom,takes over the daughter and runs the country…again the daughter is pissed off,this time they get SRK ,who uses his abs to take the queen away…finally the minister( Akshaya Khanna) kills everyone and claims himself to be the king…And the story ends with a mystery girl coming in …so that they can have a part 2
The Ending:-Well didn’t i tell you there was a part two? But i have better sense,i will write one,only if you want it 😛
Public Opinion:- Well,you know the comment section is below.Thank you for reading 🙂
Investment:-Some time,between my studies.
Profit:-Had the pleasure of writing something stupid,after a long time.
August 28, 2008 § 14 Comments
We are all like fish.The only difference being that,we live on land and not in water.All the waters of the world,converge into one thing called sea.We all live between water,which occupies most of our world.Isn’t it beautiful that,the water has given us space to live? Among humanity too,there are a few people,who make and help create lives for the whole of humanity everywhere.These people are not huge in numbers,but in importance they are the oceans of the world.The men and women,who changed the world,are the reason why we all are still here.At every point in history,a few take it upon themselves,to save the race.There are so many forces within humanity,which exploits and makes humans,discard,their true purpose.At different points it has always been different forces.Today our world is very fast moving.Money is what talks,yet is it wrong making money?I don’t think so.I think what we should see is the way a person makes the money.To do ,to achieve things in life,we need a force and for man,that force is thought.Everything we do arises from somewhere within us.We need to think to survive and live.For us,what is really important,is not just eating and dieing,but beating our ancestors in every possible way.For us,GROWTH is the word.
Growth is the true purpose of everything.The universe keeps growing,species keep growing and life keeps evolving.Yet there always is a resistance against this force.The resistance,is the friction required for us to move forward.true enough,but the friction is too great for a few people. If each one of us could use our ability,to the maximum,just like that,without having to face the resistance of “society” imagine,where we would be.What makes the society,is us.We all are born with the same ability,yet why do a few people refuse to use their ability to think?Why is it that people lead to their own starvation and destruction? While i just wrote in the last post,that destruction is a phase on the way to peace,I didn’t mean the kind of destruction that these creatures ,these parasites of society impose on humanity .The destruction i was talking about there was the destruction of the walls,the destruction of ones illusions,the fight one has to go through within ,so that they understand the world better.Yet the only destruction that has taken place around us,is the destruction of thought.Once the ability to think is done with,then nothing else exists.We all are very proud of humanity,for having produced great intellectuals.Just think, what we have given for that.The tsystem a person like Einstein had to beat.The fight Galliello had to fight, etc.We all talk of some ancient battles which form the corner stone of our belief,yet do we realize why it had to be so? Do we understand what really the story means?When we talk of the Mahabaratha and the Bhagavath Gita,do we understand what was happening.I don’t think those our just story books, they represent the truth,for they were written when humanity was smaller and knowledge greater.Leaving everything else aside,what they say is this:- Do what you are supposed to do.Now to do what we are supposed to do,we need to use our head.All of us have the head,alright,so why not use it?
Terrorism.The most brutal form of not thinking.While a few of the better minds use their power,the others involved in it are just dumb creatures,whose brains have been washed,cleaned,dried and then filled with the idea of plundering.We all know where the diamonds come,don’t we? then why are we still fueling terrorists?Whose mistake is it that those human beings were to take up to such action?What law do they feel is breached,that they create more fear among the “commons” ? Incidents like 9/11 have always happened in the past,then why didn’t we learn from them?While it is necesaary to live in the present,if you think of the past,then you need to see it clearly.We all have heard of kingdoms being plundered and looted,we all have heard of people being killed in numbers,yet we never learnt.The only reason why those few intellectuals leave the “right” and take up the “wrong” is that they didn’t have a place here.There are stories which depict this,yet did we learn? Just take a second to think of those bed time stories.try analysing them.You will find that,you have,in your life,been all those characters.You have been the snow white,you have been the hare and you have been the tortise.Yet no one has told you think of those stories as such.By the word of mouth a lot of things have survived.And by calling a few things as “tradition” many more things have survivied.Take a closer look and the truth stares at you.
So to understand things better,we need to think.Shakespeare says it as ” let discretion be your tutor”.When will we learn to use it? When will the society on the whole,choose the right people to lead them?When will the society,understand those few beings who have been the sea,in which they live?Is it that the society is scared of deeper waters ,that it calls the sea evil?Unless,every individual,realizes his/her true capability,till then we will never always have the two sections of humanity.There is no inbetween here,you either belong here or there.The third over here,is you.Unless we all decide to think and see beyond the contradictions,then their is no use,trying to emacipate.The only way to see the light,at the end of the tunnel,is the start moving.It doesn’t matter if you walk or run,you can take your own time,but stop trying to live in the darkness,you can’t live where you can’t see.
A lot has been done to try and light the lamp.Yet if you stamp or blow the light away,thinking that it is either waste of fuel or some enemy,you will never get to the end.The lamp is lit,so that you can use it to guide you.As you move along the path,add more fuel and let your fire grow.You will be able to see more and more around you.Realization dawns only ignorance sets,so throw shed your fear of the light,there is a better world and there are better things,then disgust and contempt and animosity.
Next time you do something,try to think why you do it.Next time ou speak,try to hear your own voice and try to understand what you are saying.Next time you are struck by beauty,see yourself as a part of the beauty.Next time face a problem,think of what might have presceeded it.Next time when everything seems dark,remember the day when we found fire.Next time you are left without hope,think of you as a child and see your future.And before all those next times,now think of your self and what you could be and what is your potential.
the light shines the brightest
P.S: Among other things,one of the major inspiration behind this is,the book “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand.
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 28, 2008 § 15 Comments
If he had killed one person,I Don’t know what i would have to him.If Kite Runner was emotional,this is emotional twice over.i was left in tears.If he hadn’t ended the book with hope and rebirth,i would have lost myself in the misery.
The story is about two women in Afghanistan.The pain,the fear and the suffering of these two women,is portrayed so intensely that i was left with a rage.How can anyone hurt others so badly?
Mariam is harami .She is married of to a man who is many years older than her.Later(two decades)the same man marries another girl Laila.The book talks about the atrocities Women had to face before and during the Taliban rule.Love is something which the book is filled with.Yet there is no love,in the way the men treat the women
.They have no right and if they were to go out of the house without a male,they were beaten up(this is the softest among the hardest).I wonder how much the author had to go through to write it.Pain brings out the best in people and Hosseini must have endured a lot.
The book is beautiful.The book is an insight,into how brutish man can be.I hope all those who read this book,realize that we have hurt ourselves more because of our own vicious stupidity.To conclude,read the book if you can handle pain.If not you might land with an heart attack.
Image taken from here.
Update:-I found that he blogs too! Check it out Khaled Hosseini.