Islets of Genius

The Enstranged Chronicle

2011-07-25T19:49:00.000-07:00

Two years have passed since conjoined letters of English articulated my state of mind. Today a liberated heart looked at a captivated mind and chose to amalgamate my conscious thought into art. Its so fascinating how events alter your perception of the world. I write today in my latest philosophical suit, bestowed by a ruthless world and enticed by bitter feelings. I was inhibited to do so by a unique event in my life which brought me to realize how life is so uneven. It is to hard understand people who fundamentally different from how you perceive this world. No matter how often we impose a strict moral basis for tolerance, it is extremely hard to set factors which alleviate the torrents of suspicion and dislike towards people with different attitudes. Eventually there does come a time when you learn acceptance. It is the stage of compromise which makes you accept the loss or pain of being a prisoner in a alien society.

Over whelmed by difference

2010-09-25T22:44:00.000-07:00

Critcs are a public's most loved entertainment. To sit in a cozy corner hugging the comfort of a convenient majority, directing derision at a hapless soul who begs for mercy, is a very enjoyable past time. Limits are broken almost at ease leaving the person clambering in pity and self hatred. Feelings of bitterness, hatred ensue and the battering is a major dent on the confidence of the prey. It saps away the very essence of free will and subjects him to indirect servitude or suffer the wrath of loneliness. So then what is wrong and what is right? How should one react when one sees another in such helpless state often brought about by a collective of minds desperate to show their superior confidence levels. Should he stay silent or provide a helping hand or become part of the group to survive. Answers to this question is almost what is central to human existence. It is in-fact the central theme of survival adopted by creatures where one creatures superiority is showcased by the suppleness and advantage it has. Yet this is true in nature that some are bound to be more stronger and more efficient will get the ripe winning and have the ability to continue. Yes! this is true. But are we not humans. Is that not what seperates us from normal life forms. This has alluded me and continues to. As we clamber to accept reality as it is we dream a fair world in an unfair environment hoping that someday the world will change to accept a different moderate outlook.

The envy of Paris

2010-05-18T22:40:00.000-07:00

All actions are inspected under a coddling eye of good gestures. Expectations are like a mirage distancing away from you the closer you come. When the multitude cannot appreciate an intellectual present you regard highly, morale can be shattered. Sometimes you pray that people could only tolerate and be tolerant. To accept a different kind of beauty in life is our responsibility as higher forms of life. Is a critical remark from a cynical reviewer a testament to the ultimate judgment of the world? Why does it then feel like our purpose is lost when we lack motivation from outer influences. Sometimes all that matters is what you want but with a better awareness of what is good in the overall image of society. How events are judged are based on what really matters to us and how it influences another human's progress. Yet to want to be able to brandish this ideology is dependent on how well we are able communicate our intentions in a clear rational way.

Emancipation

2009-12-25T20:23:00.000-08:00

What inspires subjugated dishonored men into salvation and peace of mind? What glory envelops a forsaken human inflicted with ghastly wound? What feelings are those that have never ending sorrow? How much must an entity suffer before he is given ticket to martyrdom, respect and fellowship? Why is it that a most smiles hide behind them an empty gesture? How long should a being suffer for wanting to share its ideology? How many times will a kind action be exploited for one's own greed? When can a person trust without fearing betrayal? When can you be truthful and sincere and not be defiled? When will a perfect life precede death? Why does suffering always appear to be painfully longer?

Acceptance

2009-11-22T10:10:00.000-08:00

Humans, the most intelligent form of life on the planet. Conquering vast expanse of the world, space and the universe, they are supreme beings. Feats achieved beyond our own comprehension make us proud. For all the marvel that we have on the outside, the great sense of realization of the emotions within us seem perplexing. Logic is universal, lack of it is what we see everywhere around us. Because our feelings is driven by hormones and nerve impulse to the amigdella; emotional cortex. Rational sense of judgment is often clouded. Its very peculiar how we cannot seem to relate our own feelings to our actions. How we fail to understand what pain means to everyone. How we try very hard not to look beyond the perfect world that we have, which will become imperfect. We don't understand that everything ends, that sorrow will pervade us eventually and nothing lasts forever. Yet we never learn from our sufferings but gleam about our happiness. Living in a crystal dream until things come crashing around us. Why is it so difficult for us to stand in other people's shoes and think what unholy torture they must be going through? People feel pain and the cause of this pain are actions; actions which are rationally unacceptable but emotionally justified. Is it very hard to look at a crying child and kneel to ask him what happened? Is it hard to ask a friend if they need help? Is it hard to ask a lover if they were hurt by your actions? Is it so hard to ask a simple question? It is, as long as we are occupied by our greed, our ambitions, our ego. Remember nobody is perfect and sometimes its alright to drop down to reach a person. Sometimes its alright to sacrifice for people you care about. Because to gain something you have to lose something. Preferably before you lose something small and valuable for something large and wortless

The Bitter Sweet Symphony

2009-10-01T14:44:00.000-07:00

There is a belief that all things in this world are connected by an invisible string; defined by a complex caricature of a web. One action can lead to many results of pain, suffering or in the other extreme joy and jubilation. Somehow life can hurt you bitterly if you fail to understand that hope is merely an expectation of an attachment existing. Risk is when you invest in it. Joy is when your risk discovers a beautiful bonding ethereal to this world so elegantly connected that to a visceral entity, beauty of which is beyond verbal comprehension. Now pain, this my friends is not all that simple. It can exist in multiple levels. At primary level it is easy to overcome. But an investment can heavily fail if the risk which seems so possible reverses its numbers. Pain is always intense always excruciating. It permeates your body and wrenches every nerve and every blood vessel. Its seems limitless and overwhelming. Fear is the eventual and the very hope which drove you to your pain becomes a past participle. You are stranded at point from where there is no way to return. That is only part of the fear. The real frightening thing about this is for all the greatest joy you would have felt, inducing that warm safe feeling, the only reality ahead is the cold shallow depths of suffering from where escape is impossible. Then not even faith can save you!

Nascent and foreign

2009-08-27T19:53:00.000-07:00

There exists a magic in being unfamiliar. A sense of quiet satisfaction as you stand at the corner glancing at the large boisterous group, chuckling over subtle concoctions of humour and derision of fellow members. Oblivious to the world around yet somehow intent on making a mark on drooling "wanna - be"s. Its those 15 or more minutes of glory making you proud of your coal black eyes, your seemingly crisp facial features and your indomitable charm and grace. Its funny how predictable human responses can be! Those alien to the same group have a the same sense of blazing glory and nose full of ego, convincing their heart with a staunchly adamant brain that their feeling of envy is illusionary. Some indulging in excess to promote their sense of acceptance in society with unacceptable acts worthy of condemnation. Beauty and pleasure in being a mute spectator to the daily working of the universe where our stupid actions and holistic observation form the microscopic elements of the drama we call life. Entertainment, it seems never needed electricity ;).

The science of Probabilty

2008-10-26T07:58:00.000-07:00

You gaze at the statistics with a sort of disdain. "What are the chances?" you ask. Well statistics, the math of probabilty. The science which hopes with a desperate endeavour to somehow break the unpredictability of the chaotic system of this universe. Until it does,we flesh filled beings with a central nervous system, will hardly use what is central to us. Instead relying throughly on an uninvestigated forces strung together loosely by a thin precarious string of hope and faith. After all why take a chance? Yet when the forces of nature conspire and hatch that diabolical plot to send our emotional nerve centers into a tizzy, our entire primitive semi solid vessel is flooded with a gush of overwhelming substances. Echoing through us is a sudden impulsive desire to turn that delectable smile into a worrisome frown. Our innards sink. Our blood pumps. My brain does the overtime and plays the all too famous rat in a maze, relying once again on that fickle line of thread. Oh! yes you see the bright flashy aura which you know you must head towards. Its so soothing, because its there waiting to be conquered and soaked in. Yet! Somehow, somehow you cant come in physical contact of this mysterious entity. Your vision compels you. You keep persisting. You tire. YOu are human after all. YOu stop, imagining a wonderful alternate reality; Bright sunlight, music to your ears, colours to your eyes, perfume to your nose. You look at that mysterious halo and resume your horrendous recovery plan. YOu kno its possible. IS IT NOT? I ask you IS IT NOT? Strands of that thin thread begin to snap and roll back. It is inevitable now. Wait for time to take its toll. What life awaits me ahead? DO i have a choice?THis is my new life. They said i had a good chance this would not happen. "Chance" I somehow fail to understand the use of this word. Sadly my friend there is no rule in English language that says any word should have a significance or purpose. Sadly it still remains and I have been the victim of it.

View off my terrace

2008-09-13T07:37:00.001-07:00

Scattered remains of a puissiant monsoon trailed behind its back in the form of thin vapou of clouds. They skimmed through the lower layers of the atmosphere dispersing the white reflected light of the moon into a concentric ring of flamboyant primary colours. The slhouette of the neem tree blocked the rest of the panorama but somehow rendered the view unnaturally beautiful. It was dark with specks of the stars casting their cliched glamour to the dark empty setting. They were the spoil sports; the stars that is; they somehow always steal the credit for making the empty blackness of space a sight to behold. Yet i looked past them to see the less illustrious benefactor to the picture. Somehow I felt that the clouds covering the sectacle of the distant shimmers of light served them right. It was an act of eating humble pie. Yet all this drama, orchestrated by the most grandest and effluent of non living entities. Whoever said life is dramatic needs to seriously reconsider his observations.

Powers back got to watch 30 Rock ... :)

Double perspective

2008-05-04T12:14:00.000-07:00

I stare at you. I stare at you with a disbelief.
You look back and scorn with that hate charging you like a bull.
The buzz of electrical activity causing the mild paranoia.
While you accuse me of crimes beyond my culpability.
Only the accused can understand the pain of being accused wrongly.
I am confused whether to feel sorry for your mistaken identity
Or to feel enraged by your melodramatic overture.
Flashes of short instants.
I can see the sea of divide widening.
No wonder they call it the blues.
All hope and trust on humans just oozes away.
Enstranged by my own kind.
Prisoner to emotions in a free world.
The worthlessness of a sacrifice.
Oh how i want you to know the pain of being a unsung hero.
The feel of being killed by an abstract being called hate and vengence.
Is true happiness merely an illusion.
And so the God mother closes her book of fairy tales,
Kisses her kiss goodnight.
Because she knows life.....
Is so much easier in dreams.

Breif glimpse of glory - The Coorg story

2008-03-27T11:18:00.000-07:00

A shroud of white cloud encapsulated the bus. The moist mountain breeze blew past the TUF glass window. A lazy push with my thumb created an opening large enough for me to indulge my five senses in brief and euphoric bliss. The wind whistled into my ears; the nose picked up the scent of drenched mud and floral fragrance; the mouth tasted the blandness of water; the eyes gazed upon treacherous slopes giving way to a panaroma of nature's masterpiece; the wet palm shivered, pale from the frigid maelstrom of water and wind. Yet the mind, the devil that it was, burned like fire. Ignited by a fiery combination of the great elemental forces (earth, fire, wind and water) of life itself. Nirvana, suddenly had become more than just a word! The sylvan landscape of Coorg, it seemed at least for now, had lived up to its reputation. My limbs and buttocks were numb from lazy lack of use. All the blood in my body seemed to blindly rushed into my head trying to feed a growing provocative beast, leaving precious little for the other parts of my material self. I was in a delusion, intoxicated by a prosaic albeit colorful setting. A land so alien and different to our usual environment.
My friend twirled around to question me for the astute silence which i had displayed for quite a significant portion of time now. I muttered a word or two about me enjoying the scenery around which suprisingly appeased her curiosity. The truth was that i was not in a position to give a lengthy descant. And all this while I had never taken my gaze off the blurring imagery outside. I suddenly had this impulsive desire to close my eyes. My head was spinning overheated by its own blaze. The lids grew heavy and i gave in to my primal urge. My consciousness slipped away slowly as my sub conscience took over. It felt good like i was being put to sleep by Gaia herself. And so ends my story only to pave way for a new one. The saga shall continue when i return again to this wonderful land. But for now a bleak reality lies waiting for its next victim........ :)

What so great about this video....? It was made in the 80s

2008-03-14T11:22:00.000-07:00

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2008-03-13T08:30:00.000-07:00

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Feed back:Mal(member of masis foundation): Oh Banned Age how romantic....

Manuja(another member of masis foundation): (same as above...) ..i love bandage and IBROs rule ( subject to change as informed by the masis community)

Chaitra(Coach of lead singer Abhax): Oh they are so good i forgot my badminton ... :(

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Banned age.......Ashthey

2008-03-08T08:55:00.001-08:00

The martial arts from the orient is very popular. Imagine if you could kick the bad guys ass and save a girl from the evil villain how many girl friends you could have. One to talk to in the morning , one for evening and then one for night parties. Of course i would then employ an idiot side kick who would do the hard work for me and i get the credit ( of course i would feed him in return ). Well the point of this article is to emphasize the fact that i want to learn karate. The mystic martial art from japan. Of course i would then i would wear my black leather belt to keep my loose fit pajama from plummeting and flaunt my "black" belt. I would then show my bare upper torso with a chiseled 6 pack flabs ... i uh uh uh ... mean abs. I would be able to flex so much i would be conveniently be able to scratch my head with my toe nails. Well the best part of course is that I could make Manaswi beg for mercy ... :D ...... Of course girls would go gaga over me but i shall refuse all their advances and show my "level". Then i will try my hand at becoming a super villain. Ok i am bored of writing ..... Super powers activate!! ..... Got to save the world from doom Bye!!!!

A Musical heaven

2008-03-04T10:19:00.000-08:00

At this moment i am relaxed listening to a wonderful song by The Frays : How to save a life. It has a wonderful meaning and tune. Its igniting and lovely. I am swaying my head as i listen and my mind is in heaven. To double this treat I watched a great series from BBC world called Planet Earth. The photography is so spellbinding that i am made sure that this world is a beautiful place to visit. Its so captivating that I am so penchant to traveling. My life is going to be an adventure. I will go to all parts of this planet and see every part of this great planet. I will swim its every ocean, walk through all its beaches, climb is great mountains, Trek through great jungles, I will meet new people, those who consider me as being different. Change is exciting. Live and remember your great experiences because when they are over you must find new ones. Everyone will experience something special and relate to special people. I hope that my special moment comes at the right time. You must be wondering why i am writing so haphazardly ..... Its because these are a direct download of my present state of thinking ..... The only person who can make you feel sad or happy is you. Don't blame anyone for your state of anxiety or dejection. Because as far as you know as you are reading this remember YOU CAN JUST WALK OUT AND CHANGE THIS WORLD....right now!!! You can just take your bike and ride to some place of great beauty. Or catch the next bus to a retreat and enjoy unmatched mental peace. The only people who can understand you are ones who can relate to you. Its foolish to ask a deaf person to listen to a song and enjoy its melody. It then becomes your responsibility to understand another's predilections and realize that they too have a way of looking at this world albeit in a different way.

The Purgatory

2008-03-02T09:45:00.000-08:00

I glared back through the 'brown' specked glass at a cloud of billowing dust which streaked through haphazard tarmac of the dilapidated highway. All this because I could not bear the sight of a dizzy woman regurgitating her day before dinner. At the short glimpse i had i could make out undigested pieces of fish. That was repulsive enough for my senses to go into overload. My brother turned around and watched my reaction ending his analysis with a sadistic chuckle. The waft of odor almost hit me before i got up and walked over to the adjoining aisle of seats.
Trying to force my mind to flush out some of the vivid and grotesque flashback of the past five minutes, I gazed out of the window. It helped, as the panorama was awe inspiring. The cool humid wind on my face and aroma of salty water and sand with small whiff of palm trees and scented Deodars was enough. The water was emerald green and the sky azure. My chariot was a semi rusted red box with wheels attached to a muddy shaft connected a 1978 Tata 6 cylinder 4 valve Diesel engine which seemed years beyond its acceptable date of retirement. Yet it negotiated the twisting roads with comfortable ease, pacing an acceptable 40 Km/h on the average. The sun was bright over the western sky exactly opposite to the direction in which i was trying to look and exactly in the direction of the stream of stomach fluids which were dripping onto the seat. In front of me was my brother half asleep and once in a while woken up by the fierce jerks of our caravan wagon.

It was the second day of my trip to the "Emerald isles". The Andaman and Nicobar islands are small group of islands very close to Malaysia and a part of India. I was in South Andaman journeying my way to an exotic place called Chidiyatapu. I somehow sensed and anticipated great unpredictability in our journey. But thats what excited me. Somehow I told myself after a very stomach churning experience that my adventures are just beginning, and some how knowing my destination would rob the very element of my expedition to this wonderful place. Comforted by this truth i continued to gaze wishing i had a computer in front of me so i could tell my tale and my current surge of thoughts through a blog at that very instant. My renditions would help people understand one thing about great travelers:

" The greatest journey, adventure or travel is one in which you have the least idea of its outcome."

Wisdom from a fool .... :)

The foolish ending....

2008-03-02T09:32:00.000-08:00

There has to be some instant in life when you looked upon an event in retrospect and lightly chuckled to yourself thinking how silly and puerile you were. Yet at that moment you live in an illusive fantasy that the present day 'you' is the more wiser 'you'. And in an endless circle you continue to look back and ridicule yourself , and ultimately die a fool! Born a fool and die a fool after giving birth to more fools to continue your legacy of foolishness. And as you count the number of 'fool's i have mentioned here, please don't forget to add yourself in the count.

Hypocrisy

2008-01-06T10:58:00.000-08:00

Its interesting how I classified this comman trait of expressing ones mind process as a moral dillematic outburst of unconventional lack of self control in the emotional tangent. The more rudimentary way of describing it would be calling blogging an act of expressing the inner most feelings for people who seem esoteric and seperated from the more opaque world. Normal people call them insane. But i guess being invisible to the naked conscience is a trait so characteristic of great minds. Not to say that conventionality is a ominous sign of a straight predictable life.
Writing begins at heart and carries itself into the screen. A potential exalt of sporadic and chaotic thinking in the form of words leads to a a large amount of sludge which hides small specks of pure diamond. Then very elemental constructs of a great works of art. Why do i tell you this and make a complex foray into a seemingly mindless topic ...? Well read on
Few days ago I was caught telling a friend of mine that Blogging is for people with a depression and that i dont consider myself in that scene. But it seems the candle finally singed the moth and the deluctable and attracting flame led me into this business afterall. Well it seems i have got some explaining to do. But it is one way of expressing my talent. I believe I do have it and hate to think otherwise. Some wise men call this positive thinking... I call it pure arrogance. Let my art do the talking.
Science says you cant be a genius without losing something equally valuable. Most genius' lose their sanity. I guess it makes a little sense to loosen your screws in your head just so that you get that 15 mins of self acclaimed fame and gleefully call yourself a "Genius".