Nascent and foreign

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

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

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

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

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

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