On the fast lane…(story?)
September 25, 2008 § 10 Comments
Before we get started,let me make onething clear.I can do without saying this,but i can’t resist it can i?
Question :Recent studies have shown blah blah……that youth of today don’t show interest in “teaching,services” blah blah blah…Express your views in an article highlighting blah blah blah blah lack of sensitivity to the nation issue.”
An extract: I and T ,two letter take all the youth away from the country,who is going to address the remaning 24 letters?
😛 yup i wrote something similar to that in my English paper 😀 I want to look at my English teacher’s reaction to this one 😀 This is surely going to be a test ,to see if she really is broad minded 😀
Now to the post 😀
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| From misc3 |
The time is 12,midnight.All in alone in a huge car,you are on a very very dark highway.your only source of comfort is the headlight of your car.You see that the road is empty and you start going faster and faster.You dream of that pretty girl and wish that she was with you.But you know,she hates you .You then try to think of something else.You think about those people,in those old times,when there were no cars,you think how peaceful they were and then you think about you great,great ,great,great,great,great,great,great grand father,whose grand father might have been Adam or Kuppusami or Sri Sri Bigthondiyananda(thondi=stomach) or some Ramarangarajaraja thiru Nayana Srinivasa chari and the fact that he had about 2 dozen kids,who further went on to enhance the population by another dozen or so each.You then think,where all those people might be.If they still had the traditional value,of saying vango,pongo or bingo or if they still found veshti confortable or if they ever knew Sandyavanam(your version being-To whom so ever it concers,my name is this,my father name is this,if you don’t know me get lost,if you know me,you know the rest already,so spare me the trouble,i can’t remember that between intergration and all that stuff) .You then think,how much you have evolved.You don’t sport the big stomach,you don’t have 3 kids,infact you still haven’t even found a girl(that great to the power whatever had about 5 kids when he was your age!) ,you are supposedly broad minded and you aren’t a hypocrite.Then you consider the fact,that you might get married to only one girl and not to well 2 or 3,like your greats did.You then see some old rocks,which the head light throws light upon and you think of those child hood stories,when big Rakshashas lifted those things and went about destorying stuff,you draw an anology to the present and realize the fact,that even today we had those people,the only thing we lack is the presence of Lord Vishnu(might be garuda is on a vaction,in planet #47437545324 in The universe SDJO4543.) and the other Gods,to save us,they have retired or we haven’t provided them with good infrastructure or they are just holidaying in some other planet,getting tan.Then you see the outline of the a mountain and another story comes to your mind,about Indra cutting the mountains’ wings,you realize that nuclear weapons have the power to destory countries and the world,what an improvement you conclude.You drive on further,still alone.Something walks across the road-another childhood story passes across,ghosts,which stops you and ask you for a ride and then kill you,but your mind refuses to indulge in such stuff and quickly moves on the fact,it was some Idiot,who lacked any sense, walking across,but feeling bored and searching for some comfort you propose to yourself that it might been one of those Rishies who are still alive,walking across.At that your mind returns to thier love life.You push that away,when the thought of Krishna strikes you.The guy with, GOD(he) knows how many wives.You wonder,how he managed to keep so many girls,when you can’t find one.He must have been some guy,with a lot of strength.He was addicted to butter,might be that was the secret(you make a mental note,that you better contact your friend in some weird orgainsation like Sundown Indian Culture Limited,whose findings if published,would put bollywood to shame and for that reason you decide against it).And you think of Rama,funny,that rama preceded krishna,he was the one who saw only one girl,he must be the dream guy,not Krishna,surely? But well you figure,out that even those men in those weird times,couldn’t but help like the idea of going behind so many girls at the same time,that is why they made Krishna come after Rama.And going on to complete the series,you jump to Buddha.He had a kingdom and a wife and a kid,before,going in search of peace.So we are to become like his then?But then that was his purpose.then you question the very existence of everything,what is fiction,what is reality? You are stunned at the fact that life is so complicated.But at least people 50 years back,had the time to grow beards and grow hair and think about such stuff.They lacked motivation? No,they didn’t they always moved on the next level,never staying in one thing.And then you think of your immideate past gen.What have they done,you question? They were once who know how sad wars are,they know the meaning of struggle,but what did they do? They left the country in the hands of sad politicans.You swear it off,you don’t want to think about that now,something fun…something fun..
Suddenly,Something does happen.You lose sense of your self,the wheels move on their own,you lose control,you hear a laughter and you turn to that mantra which gives you comfort and as you resign to fate and faith,you see the sense it all can make,but the force is too great and you just let go.You are awake but don’t know,what is happening.Panic,comfort,security,fear all at the same time.You hear a voice telling,”I am here now” Over come,you let go.Blank.
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| From misc3 |
What do you think hit you?
breaking the walls(short story)
July 22, 2008 § 7 Comments
Walls.we build a lot of them around us.We live in between walls,when in fact we pay to get them around is.Why,why do we need to walls inside walls?
there is always a strong desire to become free and he too wanted to be free.’V’ was a 13 year old boy,who will strike you as a ‘normal’ kid.But if you ever happen to strike up a conversation with him,you will be left in awe and tears.His life had been a mixed one-happiness was not always present,he was always alone and he was always picked upon by his class mates and he didn’t have any friends.
He didn’t trust anyone.No one could be trusted ,they all were the same.He felt like an alien,like a disguised cat among dogs,always fearing that his cover would be blown and he would be torn.Every now and then,he came across people who were a little like him.He used to feel very happy,his face would lighten up and he would serenade his audience with true tales and his two faced life.he would then learn about the other alien too.Those moments of joy were unimaginable.But then they didn’t last forever,at least the happiness didn’t.The other person would either move on would just become the ‘others’.
Even though you would have found him alone most of the time,he did liked to talk.In fact,if he got going,there was no stopping him.Yet the way he was treated and the injustice he had to face,bogged him down;The added bricks which were not of his own make,caused his back to bend.At first he would cry himself to sleep every night,hoping that someone,somewhere would hear him.He used to talk to himself,he used to talk in his sleep too,he created his own ‘ideal’ people,whom he moved and hurt and loved the way he wanted to.he slowly got engrossed into this fantasy,in which he was ruler of destiny,the lord of the universe.
It is not that he didn’t believe in god,but he did lose faith in god.He asked god to show him a miracle and since he didn’t see any,he concluded that there was god.So having no purpose and having no one but himself,he learnt to enjoy his loneliness.Very few people dared to enter his world,even if they ventured,he didn’t like the human presence and killed them and with a dirge buried them.
And so like this he turned 14.People ignored him.When he talked no one ever heard him.He hated his school life.He didn’t know what he wanted.He used to sit alone and stare at everything around him.It didn’t matter where he was,no one would disturb him,even if he sat in the middle of a ‘group’ no one would notice him.It was almost like,he didn’t exist.And he never got the idea of a group.He had never been in one to know the sense of belonging,to him the people were the walls,they closed on him when ever they pleased,they moved an ocean apart,when ever they felt like.But when ever they did move apart,more walls came up.It was as if,he was being taunted.Like a scared child,he hugged on to his world,like the last of a specie he tried to save himself,even though he knew the end was inevitable.
And the end came.The pressure grew,until one day he decided he didn’t want this world.He didn’t have anything,to him the world was evil.Why what was ‘virtue’,was this it? Was this humanity?he hated it all.He locked himself in a room.He thought of his decision to kill himself.He thought about everyone in his life,he thanked them for everything they had been.He forgave everyone.And as he decided to end it all,the miracle he had been looking for came.A light,the long tunnel had a light at its end.It was unlike any light he had ever seen all his life.It told him,not to do it.He didn’t understand.He paused.He questioned the light.The light told him he was the progeny, that he came from a great family and that he had a purpose.Everything till then was a challenge,a test.It was he who had chosen this way to enlighten himself.He still didn’t understand,but he was curious,he decided he will give it a try,after all,he didn’t have anything to lose-except his life.And well if something would throw light on to his life,why not bask in it?
And the light thought him,it led him.enlightenment was indeed this.
All are god.All are me.I am all.he realized that there are so many things.he was not the only alien ,there were lots of them,but being aliens they were rare.He learnt so many things,which he had never known.When you go to a new place,you watch the people and observe what they do,he did that.he understood the basic nature of humans.He understood his own emotions.and even though he was sitting under the light,there was a shadow.His was his loneliness.Your shadow is your greatest tutor and so loneliness thought him things,yet your shadow lets you down,your enemy knows that you are there.He knew he couldn’t control the shadow,but at least,he can concentrate on the light,it will give him a solution.
A betrayal.
Then suddenly darkness came.The shadow took over again.The reign of darkness spread and all that was good seemed red.He felt the old pain,grow inside him,he left his life going back to square one.His experience thought him that this was test,but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to take it.But then at 15 he was wise,wiser than the other kids.He aimlessly roamed the darkness.he had a match to strike and light up the light,but he didn’t couldn’t find any place to light the match.The darkness grew,like only darkness can.
the darkest hour is before dawn,and words became his dawn.One fine day he picked up his pen,from then on,life became life.He understood the light was him.He appreciated it.he loved it.yet there are moments in his life,when darkness sets in again.It eats him,like how it spreads when the sunsets.But since he was the light,he quickened the darkness,so that he quickened the dawn.
In between all this,he had learnt to break the walls.he broke and created them at his will.He was not scared of the world,but then having known loneliness as it is,he knew that those moments are something which will make you rich.His pen was his sword and he was not afraid,you sometimes fled from a battle so that you don’t taint your sword.The walls he knew,were like all on earth-a boon and a bane-both were of the same,but it is what name you lend to them-god or devil.
What will his life be?What will he be in the future?
No one is a mater of destiny,except us.But have a shadow within us,which we might watch so that we don’t become our own walls.We our the only once who can summon and we are the ones who can be summoned.We have the right to choose and we are the choice.Everyone and everything has a voice and its purpose is not just to make some noise,but to tell you about what you are and your choice.No one is to be blamed.Everything is right ,as everything is the same.What is a crime?What is a sin?Every wall has a weak spot within and once we strike it,there is nothing of it except its remains in our memory.
When you build your walls,remember where is the spot,so that you can guard it when you have to and also break it when you need to.No wall is too great.A wall is a tool like everything else.You are the creator,preserver and destroyer of the tool.Use your tool,the way it is supposed to be.There is a light within and none can destroy it. Darkness is a phase,when light decides to show you its other face.Your eyes might pain,if you keep looking into light,so cool your eyes with darkness as it is as sweet as fire is when compared to water.
Be yourself.Don’t be afraid to break.For if you don’t lie,truth has no meaning.
Think photo
July 6, 2008 § 20 Comments
Here is something different*…
Choose a picture from below and write anything about the picture(can be a word/sentence/poem/story anything) telling what you feel/think about it 🙂
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* this is the first time i am trying something like this.The idea behind this is to see how people think and react and respond to pictures and what type of picture hits the eye of the majority 🙂
ferocious beast
May 7, 2008 § 11 Comments
a ferocious beast lay waiting,
for the human who came hunting.
today it wanted to end,
it wanted to mend-
and save its friends,
from the dirty hands of humans.
it decided to sacrifice,
it decided to give up its life,
for though ferocious it was
by nature,it too had heart
and love,it too had an attachment,
and it no longer could face detachment.
as the wily hunters came,
looking for game,
to tame by death,
he crouched a bit more,
it didn’t matter any more,
if his legs became sore.
as the gun searched,
and as the watching bird
squinted,and as the precarious
haughty human danced
forward,he decided to strike
and no more hide.
as he came out, a shot came,
not the one to be tame,
with an ancient rhyme
in mind,the tiger proved
its grit and pouched on
the greedy poacher .
he managed to take his neck,
it was his bravery luck,
that he killed the man,
who had killed his friends.
and as the life of his pray
passed,so did the poachers.
prompt from-writer’s island.
the light shines the brightest 