The Rant Of The SunGod

2009-05-12T12:30:00.001+05:30

CIRCUS OF LIFE
(the show goes on..)

The waltz of the dancing hippos
Brings yawns and polite applause
The Act of the well dressed mongoose,
Gets whistles and high pitched boos

The angry crowd sneers and threatens
And it is time to bring Him on:
An old canon with a short lit fuse
Shoots out the rotund Clown

Voila!

A cheer erupts from the rows
Children wake up to a ready smile
With a devilish smirk and a bulbous nose
Our underpaid jester bows in style

The dwarfs hand the clown a beating
And give him rowdy chase
The audience split their sides laughing
When he lands hard on his face

In the routine of the Cobra Kiss
The clown guarantees to enthrall all..
(When a danseuse at his ear whispers
“Oh brother.. you have sired a girl !’’

His smile shrinks when he sees her nod
And asks of his labored wife
In the sad shake of the dancer’s head
He realizes he lost the woman of his life)

There is now thunder in the tent tonight
The mob is on its feet
To see the clown evade the venom’d bite
In such an awesome feat

‘He seems a little slow this season’
The manager tells a stone-eyed fake
The grin's wide on the hapless clown
As he taunts the angry snake

The multitude ooos and awws
Every serpentine swish and hiss
There is prize of a hundred rupees
If on its hood he plants a kiss

His mind a swirl of raging pain
His eyes with tears are flood..
Alas !

The striking reptile injects deadly toxin
Into the conduits of his blood

The clown feigns flamboyance
The horde’s applause deafen;
Scoffing,

Beside the hissing cobra he kneels
And seals his purple lips on its crown

Then with a wave to the cheering mass
The clown makes his last exit;
A unicorn gallops onto the dais
And the crowd is again on its feet.
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2009-02-10T11:59:00.008+05:30

Anatomy of Hatred
In the Name of the Father
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It was a jungle out there. Survival defined all Life. To survive was Primary and Paramount. At any cost. At all costs.
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Fear was essential for Survival. Hatred is the product of Fear. You Fear something which has the power/ability to destroy you – your life, your amenities. You hate something because you Fear it has the power to destroy your life and interests (sometime/ anytime) even if the threat itself is not imminent.
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Neutralization of the threat (Of the Natural) required understanding of the source. Removal of the threat (Of the Living) required termination of the cause – very often, Killing.
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Only two independent emotions are powerful enough to instigate Murder – Hunger and Hatred: For Food, and out of Fear. Killing for food, an act out of physiological necessity. Killing out of Hatred, a psychological perversion.
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With the discovery of Fire and the invention of primitive Tools (& weapons) Man’s fear of Nature’s fury and Beasts rapidly disappeared. Now serious 'threat' seemingly existed only from one quarter- His own species.
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So Man embarked on a killing spree - a pre-emptive mission of termination, murdering his own kind by the thousands and millions, initially for reasons of Food, livestock, work-slaves, then for increasingly decadent reasons of Land, Gold, Women and then for abstract and illusionary reasons of Domination, Power and Ambition.
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Man’s sustenance of hatred toward his own kind required strong ‘Emotion’. Here Emotion becomes but a tool in hands of the Mind to delude his power of Reason.. Anything different from himself immediately becomes suspect. Any difference between Men was exploited into becoming a reason. Very often, the full effort of his intelligence was employed to track down these differences. Various reasons from skin color to geographic location to dissimilar practices provided motivation and raison d’etre.
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The greatest Fear was spawned by the greatest Threat– Death. Death : All powerful and Unconquerable. Invisible. The mind retaliates by inventing a creator for this Threat - God. (The invention of God did not follow Man’s wonderment of Nature, Life and Cosmos, but his low nagging, nauseous fear of Ageing and Death.) But here strangely Fear does not breed Hatred for the supposed author of Death (God). It does a 360. Fear breeds Love. An unreal Love. A delusional Pretence. Anything to get into His good books - Rituals, Offerings, Sacrifices. False Love, most readily. (Take the sting out of God – make him less Wrathful and Humans will Hate a fright causing God, Hate being Man’s inherent and genetic response to Fear-Instigators.)
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Unable to direct his Hatred towards an invisible author of his own creation who he supposes perpetrated his greatest cause of Fear, and forced to delude himself into ‘Love’ing Him, Man finds a new reason to resurrect and focus his natural propensity for Hatred: Religion. Religion now becomes the new difference between Men which creates the new threat and becomes the handy new murderous reason.
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More people have been killed in the name of God than any other.
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Anatomy of Hatred -2
Warriors Of God

2008-12-14T20:28:00.002+05:30

THE.AFFAIRS.OF.MEN

In a shanty ruin
among the smoky shadows
of oil lamps;
beneath flowing robes
and greying beards,
parched lips and steeled hearts,
hatred bloomed
a flower of thorns.

Poverty and religion -
the hungry love for a narrow god.
Men of wisdom
and gift
plotted ruin
to brash capitalism,
greed;
death to infidels
and an alien creed.

A stroke of devious genius
to harness high technology,
the science of the mind
and pure evil
to
guide gleaming falcons
into beaming beacons
of freedom
optimism
and unbridled ambition

Work turned death
heroes turned martyrs
a hundred storeys
with twisted tales
of horror
pain
endurance
suffering
and a million dreams
go up in smoke and debris

Witness
the silhouettes against
a now unfamiliar skyline;
what was
is not,
what was thought
became naught.

Like beggars we pick
up shreds
the remnants of our dignity
our possession
our pride
and limp
some in
some out
of the dark enveloping haze
into a setting sun.

While behind us
below us
about us
within us
the cries of disbelief
the moans of agony
and the deafening sounds
of silence..

If u have not lost
how do u dare to even fathom
the pain,
if yours is not taken
how do u dare to perceive
the loss

When the belief of one
becomes the death of another
as in all battles between men,
at whom
do we point a finger
on whom
do we drop the bomb.

2008-07-23T11:07:00.006+05:30

ONCEUPONATIME-5

For a moment she is goaded by the desire to mimic the birds.. fly off the cliff with arms out stretched.. Now Provoked by a strange impulse her feet inches toward the sheer rock-drop..

A few sharp bleats jolt her out of her hallucinate disposition... It’s a Ram. A mountain goat. It slithers down a crest with inherent ease and stares at her. Its neck bell tingling. The piece of twine around its neck has been severed. Ah! a Runaway Ram. Well it saved her life ! She smiles at it kindly as if anticipating a courteous reaction. There isn’t one. The Ram seems edgy. Maybe it escaped and expects to be caught. Well if it did escape, someone would be after it…

There is a barrage of small loose rocks as someone loses a footing and stumbles down. Then a howl of pain and a profuse discharge of expletives. A lad, a goatherd, lands near her with a thud and a cry. He wastes no time getting up, clutching his bruised foot and yelping like a .. a goatherd. And a stark naked one at that!

Now he sees her. He goes silent. Gulping his pain. He blinks his eyes repeatedly in disbelief. Don’t blame him. Its not every day or every month or every life time that a goatherd comes face to face with an angelic being on a secluded mountain peak. He manages to come to, and does the sensible thing, dashing to hide his nakedness behind the.. agitated Ram.

Princess MaJun is embarrassed. The goatherd is too. He stutters explanations, excuses and apologies..

She bursts out giggling. He continues to blabber holding on to the rebelling ram for dear pride. And the way he holds on to the Ram wasn’t helping his cause either. The Princess tries hard to stop herself chuckle. She fails. The hilarity of the circumstance makes her clutch her stomach and laugh till tears roll down her gleaming face.

The goatherd behind the Ram feels a lot worse before he feels better. She turns away from him to let him regain his composure. He is a little amused that he is the cause for such merriment in this pretty girl. When things subside he darts over the ledge and reappears dressed a little more modestly.

‘Ejshra, the goatherd’, he introduces himself proudly, as would a King.

2008-05-04T03:31:00.013+05:30

OH GOD IF THERE IS A GOD, SAVE MY SOUL IF I HAVE A SOUL

a·the·ist [ey-thee-ist] – a person who denies or disbelieves the existence of a supreme being or beings.

In this day and age, it is irrational to be an atheist. Infact down right stupid. Atheism effects from the absence of logical proof to prove the Divine. ‘Absence’ & ‘Logical’ : Absence-of, and human logic is constrained. By time and knowledge.

Absence of proof - Absence need not mean non existent. There is no bus to stationA so far. Neednt mean there is no bus AT ALL to StationA. Wait long enough and there could be one. (time constraint). Logic - Logic is heavily dependant on knowledge. Human knowledge is embarrassingly inadequate. To expect Truth of divine proportions to be discernable to man’s logic, is laughable.

Our confusion regarding the Divine, arises from us resorting to the scriptures for explanation of divinity. Scriptures are man written. Man has described God and the ways and wishes of God, without actually giving Him a say in the matter. We peruse the scriptures, the alleged 'word of God', and wonder why this er ‘God’ cannot withstand the scrutiny of even our puny logic. So we throw God (as we imperfectly understand Him) aside, then call ourself atheist. Or turn tail, play safe and call ourself agnostic.

Lets assume for a moment that we know no religion. No notes of ‘God’. Lets keep an open mind. Now there are only two clear possibilities:1. There is a God; 2. There is no God.

The odds are 50-50. And as any mathematician will gleefully tell, the odds for either are great. Almost as great as the possibility for a head or tail on a tumbling coin.. Almost as great as the probability that you will be alive tomorrow. Almost as great as the chance that I could be dead tomorrow.

So..

If there is the Supreme being, It masterminded all creation. Designed Matter and life. Evolution of human itself being a by product of creation (probably unimportant). Micromanaging might not be in Its scheme of things. It could care less about Man. (A human centric universe is man's egotist fantasy). Unless something threatens Its scheme on a cosmic scale, It might as well be on vacation.

If there is no God - Then, a material or cosmic ‘Energy Force’, explainable in the distant future by science and formulae, created all. Life, much more, man, is accidental. This energy being innate, creates & destroys in a mundane cyclic repetition to sustain itself.

Today, we just cannot, for certain, subscribe to any one of these possibilities without keeping an open mind to the prospect of the other.

But, either way, our goose is cooked.

2008-03-30T18:41:00.005+05:30

ONCEUPONATIME - 4

As she was wont to these recent days, the princess treks incognito to the nearby mountains for many hours and many miles, sometimes even days, (leaving her chamber locked from within and slipping out through the window so that those around her believed her to be in unswerving meditation or contemplation as is expected of those wielding exceptional talent or power), so as to completely exhaust herself bodily to the extent her mind is sedate and her wildly beating heart is momentarily numb to the swirling chaos within.

Today, trudging through the mountain ridge, slavishly pushing her body beyond endurance, Princess MaJun reaches a summit of perilous precipices and crevasses. She is suddenly aware of her surroundings. How often has the breathtaking beauty of nature calmed her .. not any more. She removes her disguise, the rough peasant garments encasing her regal robe, and lets the chill breeze prickle her delicate skin. She watches the birds dive off the cliff and glide in large circles. If only she could fly above her own personal turbulence. For a moment she is goaded by the desire to mimic the birds.. fly off the cliff with arms out stretched..

Now provoked by a strange impulse, her feet inches toward the sheer rock-drop..

tobecont.

2008-03-04T23:59:00.001+05:30

*
the waves at your feet

if there is an other side
if there is yet another tide
if there is a land beyond this ocean
if there is a sky beyond that green

if there is a new dance to this tune
if there is one more night under that moon
if there is a time to love once again
before we forget and forgive

once the waves played with ur feet
and our hearts rocked to a beat
we soothed the urge of the body
to numb the ache on our mind

love before we forget
leave before we regret
yet
hold on to the memories
of waves, endless blue skies

if there is an other side
and yet another tide
if there is a land beyond this ocean
and a sky beyond that green

if there is a new dance to this tune,
one more night under our moon
if there is a time to love once again,
before we forget and forgive
*

2008-01-28T18:48:00.000+05:30

ONCEUPONATIME - 3

Then it came to pass that when MaJun reached of Mature Age ( and that she did, albeit a little later than was normal for those her years: as if the imperial burden on her young shoulders suppressed her timely flowering..) she grew gradually sentient to a different calling of her body and spirit. She longed for something more than the tunes her best harpists could string, something other than the games with her fellow girls could provide, for something further than the contentment the flowers, the birds and the splendid setting sun could bestow.

Unable to comprehend the void that she often felt, even strangely, in happier circumstances.. Feeling newly impotent at this strange faceless nameless malady that inflicted her soul and seemed to eat into her heart.. Powerless to halt the copious flow of reasonless tears into her head-rest at nights.. our young princess ate less, slept less, sighed a lot, neglected her affairs and took to staring at empty spaces, endlessly rubbing thumb and forefinger or scratching, not particularly aesthetic patterns, on available surfaces.

tobecont

2007-12-06T22:52:00.000+05:30

LOVE HURTS:

It is a musky dawn in the lush glen.

The pheromone gnaws at his insides. He scrambles leaf to twig, sourcing the scent. There she is. All three inches of green desire. He takes four quick steps toward, one step back. Four to, one fro. She looks a mite interested, turning her head this way and that, coolly centering him into her optimal vision.

He struts. His flaunt, instinctively smooth and beguiling. She oscillates her antennae, flexes her abdomen, signaling consent. He makes his move. He would have preferred mounting her from the rear. Too many gory stories he heard about the foolish ones who dared otherwise. Surely this one wouldn't.. She seems different, looks exquisite: The green of her triangular head, her delicate neck. Limbs and wings in perfect juxtaposition at the thorax. Forelegs upraised as if in serene supplication. Her large multi-lens eyes now alternate with innocence, excitement, playful mischief even ? He looks into her softening eyes and walks into her embrace. She touches him tenderly. All over. Her kisses savoring his face.

He does his thing. She seems entranced. Lost. Body arched. Three minutes of bliss. She holds on to him. A little tighter than he would have liked.. He waits a while and pulls back gently. Her larger spiked grasper-arms draw him closer. Tighter. Her mandible nibbles at him again. Her eyes suddenly aglow with a new purpose. He panics, summons all strength, struggles. She seems to wake up, as from a reverie. Their eyes meet. He shudders. She holds his gaze, for a full moment, then she lets go. He scurries away, dazed, relieved, mind a-reeling.

She sighs a small content sigh. Grooms herself. It's a little too early in the day to be eating mates. He will be back. They all do.

2007-10-20T03:23:00.000+05:30

ONCEUPONATIME.2

It was an age when women were held in appreciate only for the warmth of their bodies and their faculty to bear brood and so it was cause for much giggles of mystification and skepticism among the wandering folk that such a tale of a Child-Queen who held potent sway over a million people – warrior-men, women and children - be of true bearing even if the raconteurs often pledged its validity with their dying breath.
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To relate verbatim the images of the physical beauty of this young queen as blabbered by awe-struck witnesses would seem inapt, ludicrous or even in-bias here and risks making this author seem partisan.., so suffice to say that evidently this princess was a sight to behold.
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Rich in beauty and powerful of mind, she captivated hearts and enthroned herself while yet very young. A million minds persuaded to act in unison at her bidding. And her kingdom of Thuraima prospered: abounding in food grains and precious stones, enjoying total health, happiness and well-being of the people, and employing an inscrutable stratagem for the defense of its boundaries using enigmatic weapons of war - among them the fearsome and annihilative Powders of Fire.
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(Detractors swear to tales of black-magic and alliance with Evil.. Whispers of the girl-princess begat by human and demon.. Claims of midnight metamorphosis of the beauty-queen into a hag-witch with serpentine hair and rotting flesh.. )

tobecont.

2007-10-20T00:40:00.000+05:30

IT IS ALL IN THE STARS

Astrology is a practice that claims celestial influence on human minds/character, and on terrestrial events. If we can permit ourselves a degree of openness and suspend the necessity of 'proof' while we delve into to this age-old practice which allegedly figured out a way to attribute human-mind characteristics to heavenly (bodies') influences, then we can attempt to rationally analyze the 'claimed' astrological effect of the stars on us, however absurd that might sound today; especially when we are are readily theorizing more fantastic scientific probabilities like parallel universes, dozen dimensions, time travel to past future etc.

The reasoning is that as far as the horoscope element of astrology is concerned, its highly plausible that emanations from celestial bodies could affect the quantum genetics of the fragile, susceptible human embryos in the womb, so as to be able to define to some extent its psychological characteristics as adult.

Now does this sound far fetched or improbable ?. As improbable as parallel universes, dozen dimensions, time travel ?? No. Its precisely because of the absence of appreciable proof (as yet) that we debate this in the philosophical forum and not in the scientific forum. But then again, absence of proof could also mean that it's the science which is rudimentary and not the concept that is absurd.

ASTROLOGY : An ancient study dealing with alleged :-

Celestial influence on Human personality, and
Celestial influence on terrestrial occurrences

which is to claim, that a certain pattern of assemblage of heavenly bodies can mold /influence human character/ behavior, in certain ways, and also instigate terrestrial events.

Lets for a moment give the Ancients the benefit of doubt, Lets grant that they too like us were generally well intentioned, not too stupid ( after all they did a pretty commendable job of identifying, classifying, characterizing a sizable celestial population thousands of years ago, seemingly without fancy gadgets). Now lets lend a fair ear to their beliefs:

They believed that - people born under a particular assemblage of heavenly bodies tend to exhibit an appreciable similarity in patterns of behavior, thought process etc. maybe even a few similar physical attributes.

They believed that- there is an increased probability of terrestrial events like natural catastrophes -- earthquakes, comet strikes, plagues, even man made catastrophes -- large scale wars, civilization disintegration, etc during the emergence of particular celestial patterns in the skies.

This then was the rudimentary derivative of ancient astrology, in a non technological age when the eye and the mind dictated percepts. Of course, frauds, pranksters, priests since time immemorial saw in this concept an exciting way to assume immense power and control the minds of men and kings. Gradually reduced to a sham, it soon took advantage of itself and regressed to realms of least possibility, outrageous fantasy and the totally ridiculous. We all know how that works.

Set aside the claims of the effect of stars on terrestrial events, spend a few moments on the accompanying belief: the effect of the stars on human physiology and psychology. Surely it seems to permit more logic. How ??

It could all be in the waves. It is entirely possible that radiation or similar effectuations from a particular pattern of stellar bodies at a particular time could influence the physiology/psychology of life including that of humans. It doesnt require any undue stretch of scientific understanding to accept as plausible that celestial radiation might alter or affect some yet unknown quantum of genetics (perhaps more in the susceptible embryonic stage) of humans, so that a particular set of physical or mental traits are manifest in them, to an observable level, later on. The extra terrestrial radiation might be negligible for the adult body, but who is to say to what extent it could affect embryonic forms.

Maybe for a Leo… the radiation or some other logical effectuation due to a particular planetary/celestial arrangement is such that those formative embryos subjected to that kind of a radiation would probably grow up to be men/women who are relatively more short tempered, more lusty, maybe with a general propensity to arrogance..

Maybe Sagittarians are likely to be more robust physically, with genetic attributes for keener eyesight, greater analytical capacity... and ofcourse if more amongst them are blessed with good physical traits, we can assume that more amongst them would seek livelihoods and pursuits (media, athletics?) that take advantage of what they are naturally endowed with. Though certainly not most or all Sagittarians of this planet.. There are just too many variables around for that to be happening.

Today we have 'astrologists' scampering all over the media telling us who would win a cricket match, when to write our exams, who's next to assume political power etc. Ridiculous of course. Astrology as we know it today (esp in India), where marriages, jobs, lives are strictly guided by these blatantly fraudulent practitioners is condemnable..But that doesn't take it away from the fact that ancient astrology is a valiant, astonishing and seemingly probable attempt to correlate human personality/behavior to influences from a pattern of stars, by its emanative effect on our physical and psychological composition.

The original intended concept of astrology, especially the horoscope element, cannot be rubbished without a non partisan study, when science is ready and equipped to effectively dissect it.

2007-10-02T00:34:00.000+05:30

ONCEUPONATIME

Once upon a time when this world was young, and gods and demons roamed the earth seeking new territories to annex and human hearts to enslave.. when this world, in parts, was yet untamed, being subjugate to the brutal temperament of juvenile nature and the crusts still spewed molten lava and the skies yet pelted stones of fire..

There spread like morning fog among the rough nomads, the curious rumor of the peninsular kingdom of Thuraima, a tenth of the total known world, circumvented by savage seas and insurmountable peaks and ruled by an uncommon child princess called by many different names according to the passion and enthusiasm of the caller; but whom we shall christen MaJun for the purpose of this tale..

tobecont.

2007-09-30T23:42:00.000+05:30

THE FLY

A fly
young bored
with smelly domain
of piss turd,
crushed intuition
shunned advice
and made bold
to experience
forbidden pleasures
of alien world

Along disconsolate flight
met natures harlot -
a rose !
rosy as anything rose
cosy attitude
careless pose.
Painted lids
beckoned
lips moistened
legs apart

Enticed
the fly boarded
petalous portal;
In frenzy
furrowed deep
sought molten nectar
until exhausted
and drunk
fell to a corollate
stupor

Delicious slumber
obliterated emotions
dusk intruded stealthily
petals closed
and alas !
the wanton fly
was trapped
embalmed in elixir
mummified in the sanguinary petals
of its wanderlust

[ Not long after,
a bum
old and cold
plucked the rose
and gifted
to a whore
who
for once
let him fondle
her thighs]

2007-05-12T23:08:00.000+05:30

THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAIL – PART 2

..She tears herself away from this anomalous tableau, blinking her eyes to make sure. If it is a dream, then wake she must and soon.. It is no longer dreamlike. The faint smell of baked coffee beans from the café is still in the air.. The throbbing pain where her falling suitcase scrapped her shin seems real enough..
And then there is Him..

He has style alright. Tall, and seemingly languorous. Auburn hair to his shoulders. Flowing blood-red robes, a strange fusion of long jackets and in-shirts.. His physicality and motion : Mm..a Suited Olympic Swimmer on a Gothic Fashion Ramp - Yes, that would be a description in the right direction..though not exactly..

His eyes. Could dullness glint? Well it did here. A kaleidoscopic mix of fleeting emotions (?) that appeared and disappeared irreverently, and irrelevantly.. At least his voice sounded vaguely familiar - Baritone, tempered, dominating.

She could feel his Presence begin to overpower her, seep into her senses, she felt faint. Then it hits her: He is the DEVIL ! Of course.. Satan himself ! His lips twist into a wry smile at her realization.

'Welcome to my world. The dawn the dusk, the flora the fauna, the streaking comet.. and indirectly – politicians, porn on the net, x-box, black forrest, cable television, pigeons that crap on statues.. also ofcourse, You . The Other Guy, is just a passerby. HIS intentions were noble but his mastery of perfection so-so. He created your flawed world. He created the flawed you. Now HE is helpless. Reduced to begging and pleading with you to change. Strange, When the mold is flawed, how can the produce turn perfect? And how can HE be associated with imperfection when HE is the manifestation of the perfect. A creator who made you but cannot alter you. And the creation which cannot alter itself.Now you are left dangling in mid-air.. Poor fella, He. Good intentions, So-so talent. Reduced to mere spectator on the sidelines. No role or plot in the midfield. He would soon give up and be gone. I run administration now. Somebody's got to take control. I try to do the best I can. Given the circumstance. The best I can, and am doing, is to try to make you feel a little more happy. A little less guilty. To forget the mess you are born into. By being a little more discerning of the pleasures of the body and mind. Pleasure is a good thing.. It just has bad PR.'

'Look at you. Young, beautiful. Scrupulous, diligent. Good at your job. Quite a nice human. Except for that rather vengeful incident with your ex-boyfriend. Ill-advised but understandable - at least some of it. Otherwise, you are simply splendid. Moralistic, ethical, charitable, compassionate.. you cultivate good friends, eat and live healthy, even exhibit great dressing sense.. Anyway what did such a life get you. Here you are out of work. No money. Roofless too. And to add insult to injury, you have a 15 tonne truck about to make goulash of your body and brain. Gory to say the least, and Sad. And I agree with you. You deserve better. Make no mistake, I have nothing to do with it. Its all the arcane comedy of HIS errors. Remember Im just the icing , the garnish. What is rotten, always is. I can only make it smell better, look better. But then I guess THAT should count for something in your short pathetic lives. You really do deserve better. I don't do this often but I had to intervene in your case. I simply couldn't let you die. Anyhow, Its your decision now. You are the decision maker. I just make the offer'.

'Hungry kya?'

tobecont..
yes.really

2007-04-08T09:35:00.000+05:30

BY CANDLE LIGHT
(the moth song)

The Table, Set for Two
Exquisite China, Silverware
Crystal Glass a-shimmer
In a Golden hue;
The blue lit Candle
On a chordate hold
Stands sentinel

‘Its got to end’
She coughs away a sob
‘For far too long
I bore the pain
And lived your life.
My Hopes Bend,
My Dreams
Like fallen ice lie shattered,
My Pride lost
To insistent Sacrifice..’

Up above..
On the old ceiling
A rugged moth
Driven by rain and cold
Watches eyes unblinking
At promise of warmth;
The candle flame
Lightly sways-
A danseuse tip-toe
In a low pool
Of molten glaze

'In a twinkle
Years fly
And we get nowhere,
Marooned like ghostly galleons
On tide less shore.
Our purposes
No longer common
Our desire
Without bond
We are now each a stranger
Stranded in an acre of ruin -
Its Over !’
His thin lips tremor..

Enchanted
The moth observes
The flame’s slow dance
Her hips
Sensuous, pulsating
To the rhythm of the breeze;
All aglow, she teases
Wooing him
With splendid luminescence

'I am sorry
Its better this way
We will look back one day
And be glad
For we will still have
Our memories beloved’
She reminisces..
Where they first met
Their first date
First kiss..

In a spur
Of irrepressible desire
The enamored moth
Yearning close encounter
Flies to circle the flame.
Their eyes meet,
A legion of wordless thoughts
Wing and blaze;
For a brief instant
Time stands still
And he realizes
Purpose..
With a passion of vehemence
Selfless Wings
Embrace flare;
For a divine moment
They become One
In a final combust
Of searing iridescence

The Couple see
The altruist moth fall
At candle feet.
Her finger gently reaches
To soothe singed wings,
On dying torso.
She sighs
Then breaks down..
Her loud sobs tear into him
And they rush to hug
Kissing away tears
Seeking forgotten solace
In an embrace
To remain
One.

(The ebbing flame
Briefly sparkles
Then flickers
To die
In the blue candle
On a chordate hold)

2007-04-07T00:55:00.001+05:30

HAIRY TALES – NEW WORLD ORDER
PART-3 : THE INDIAN DIMENSION
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Pssst… I'm Indian.

Where do WE come in all this. We are a great Nation . So much history… um.. So much rich culture… ( then why do we complacently wallow in filth of our streets, in the stench of our trains…pee against lamp posts and shit by the tracks, play hit-the-spittoon, and letch, oh god ! letch so godawful badly, at our coy women.. that’s for a panel of experts some other time)

By 2025, nations of the world would have to include us in all commercial policy to be relevant. By 2050, Indian corporations would own or have majority stake in two out of five global business corporations. By 2075. China and India would be the new financial MEGA powers. India would be in a competing and rivaling with china for global power and dominance.

Since we are tailgating China in our race to the top, we can rely on china to take out our potential opponents and iron out major obstacles. India would then seek to emerge from china's shadows, and shuffle pawns to out-smart China in the race to dominate the world. That we would be a financial powerhouse is a given. To be a super-power, military hegemony is a must. Towards this our Netas would ensure:

No restraint on population explosion. We continue to do what we have traditionally been good at – make children. The exponentially growing middle class wealth will take care of the well being of the additional population. We need the enhanced population to continue to provide cheap labor, disperse more thoroughly through out the globe to influence opinion/decision, and to mop up global wealth. The era of the internet would ensure that more heads mean more opportunities and fortune.
Internet and allied technology to be made available in its latest configuration to the most remote Indian populace within 10 years.
Move to reunite India with Pakistan and Bangladesh. India has the largest Muslim population in the world, after Indonesia. (Even larger than that of Pakistan or Bangladesh ). This amalgamation is but natural. Toward which – foster the arts. Movies are an effective ice breaker. As is grass root business collaboration.
MFN status to Sri Lanka. Influence it to be a perpetual ally - Economically and militarily. Simultaneously explore ways to even integrate SriLanka with India. US now and China later would do anything to establish bases there to checkmate each other and more importantly, India. US could be expected to use the LTTE excuse to move there. All the more since its on the verge of losing the Koreas.
Critical Impetus to Space Hegemony. He who owns the Stars owns the Earth.
Revive Hinduism in a new distilled logical format. Christianity and Islam would not outlive this century. Gods would gradually cease to find favor in the eyes of man. The Aham Brahma (I, God – God in Me) concept of New Age Hinduism would find resonance and easy acceptance to fill the spiritual vacuum of the west. Instill Hinduism into the global psyche especially into communist China. The New World would be overwhelmingly New Hindu.
Play the non-aligned card to avoid being drawn into all conflicts between US-China till 2075 till they sufficiently weaken each other. US would by then be reduced to a non-player. Europe would be a power to reckon with thanks to her ever-increasing size and common currency. But like Russia, Europe too would be heavily India/Asia-dependent to sustain her growth and luxury.
Alliances with Europe, Africa, South America. Would need them when it comes to our GRAND CONFRONTATION with China. India stands a better chance of forming these alliances because of greater similarities and affinities between the peoples. China would have more difficulty forming sustainable alliances that are beyond the commercial/ economic.
Proactive agenda in the African continent and in South America- They after all would be the future aspirants, who would challenge and attempt to usurp India’s global crown in the next power cycle- Keep y0ur friends close but your potential enemies closer.

From 2100 the world will have a new undisputed GLOBAL superpower: INDIA. If aggressively exercised, this dominance will last 200 years. BY then, other ground breaking inventions (immortality maybe..), cosmic events ( alien invasion perhaps..), natural catastrophes (comet destroys parts of earth..) will drastically realign earth politics and human life/values/priorities, as we know it.

THIS 3-PART RANT ENDS HERE
at 0055 hrs IST. yaawn

2007-03-24T23:24:00.000+05:30

scrap the missiles
bury them deep
disband the army
peace lets keep

fight not over religion
leave it to the gods
paradise is earth
we are the lords

dissolve borders
no more visas
dance around the globe
make love not wars
*

2007-03-08T01:29:00.000+05:30

DEW DROPS TURN STONE
ON WILTED GRASS BLADES

TEARS TURN GEMS
ON FORLORN CHEEKS

SHAPES
SOUND
SHADOWS
FANTASY

ARC OF THE RAINBOW
FLOW OF THE GREEN

OASIS
DUNES
LIFE
LOVE

THOUGHTS INTO LETTERS
LETTERS INTO WORDS SPOKEN

TOUCHES
TENDER
REAL
RAW

WHITE DOVE
WOUNDED HAWK
FLIGHT OF BEAUTY
BEYOND AND ETERNAL

*

DOWN STONY CORRIDORS
A CASTLED HEART REVERBERATES
FADING FOOTSTEPS, ECHOES
NO MORE OF DISTANT LAUGHTER
QUIVERING WHISPERS HUSHED
OF RUSTLING SPRING BUDS
WITHERED BOUQUETS
ON UNMARKED GRAVES
OF THE FACE
MASKED

2007-03-07T22:02:00.000+05:30

I THEN CAME BACK
ONE DAY AND FOUND
YOU DYING

STURDY ARMS
THAT FED FONDLED;
NOW A BANYAN
TREE ROOTS ROTTING
PROPS DEAD

A BEACH AFTER
THE TIDE - ONLY BROKEN
SHELLS AND MEMORIES
REMAIN

YOU LAY
A TOMB-LESS MUMMY
CHAINED
TO AN EBBING HEART;
A RAG
USED THEN DISCARDED
TO ROT

WHEN I
ENTER YOUR DIM EYES
BRIGHTEN
YOUR FEEBLE SMILE FILL
MY HEART
WITH LONGING AND TEARS
FLOW

CURSE ME
YOUR WRETCHED

2007-03-02T00:02:00.000+05:30

HAIRY TALES : NEW WORLD ORDER
PART 2 - RESTRAINING CHINA
~ Enter the Dragon ~

am.bi.tion /æmˈbɪʃ ən/ Pronunciation[am-bish-uh-n]–noun
an earnest desire for some type of achievement or distinction, as power, honor,
fame, or wealth, and the willingness to strive for its attainment
meg.a.lo.man.ia /ˌmɛg ə loʊˈmeɪ ni ə/ Pronunciation Key[meg-uh-loh-mey-nee-uh] – noun
psychiatry. a symptom of mental illness marked by delusions of greatness, wealth, etc
an obsession with doing extravagant or grand things. ;) now i know some ppl..

CHINA is a story of successful Communism.

Communism is a better option to develop a deprived people. It works and It is fast. Democracy is the indulgence of the rich. Run communism till a poor starving illiterate country is developed. Then balm democracy. Communism prods the material progress of a people – grants Basic Livelihood to ALL: Equally and speedily . Democracy safeguards individual freedom and permits the liberation of the mind. Food first, Free Thought later.

The discipline of communist China, infinite cheap labor, along with the explosion of technology and the Internet, propels china into a massive business over drive. Economy booms. Double booms. Its growth range hovers in the vicinity of 10 %. For the US its around 3 %. No prices for guessing who will be dictating on Wall Street or Dows-Nasdaq in 25 years.

(At this rate of phenomenal growth and prosperity, China could be the richest and most powerful country in the world in the near future. She could dictate world politics and maybe even culture, much like America has done for the last 50 years.)

He who has money has all. China would soon have more money than the US. The US plans and efforts to control world oil would be redundant if China has all the money. The US now has no other option but to CRIPPLE China. And soon. Cripple its economy. Cripple its growth. And hope this overtake does not happen.

China is no cake walk. She is Huge. She is too large and too mighty to be coerced or contained. A military option is the final and only possible way to effectively cripple her. Its an all out high stakes option. Costly, apocalyptic. But the US has none other.

The US is an ocean away from China. It needs land bases in the vicinity. Japan is an US ally. The US has also befriended the Taiwan government and secretly encourages Taiwanese enmity with the Chinese. In the hour of need, US aims to use Japan and Taiwan to attack China. But not good enough. China is a sea belt away from Japan or Taiwan.

THE KOREAN STAKEOUT: The Korean Peninsula is an ideal god (of war? Mars, then.) given location to the US, to invade or violate China. South Korea has long been fostered as an American ally. She already has US military presence. But North Korea is in the way. North Korea is traditionally anti-US. No point of an US army in South Korea if it cant physically move into China though North Korea.

The earlier US logic was, when push comes to shove, if and when its military wanted to go into China from South Korea, the US would just bulldoze its way through North Korea and into Chinese mainland. After all North Korea is kept starved (thru sanctions) and militarily weak just for this eventuality.

The plan seemed workable, until… the North Koreans developed their own nukes and surprised the world. Now if US tries to bulldoze or bully North Korea, the cornered North Koreans would retaliate with nuclear weapons, and that’s a scary prospect even for the Americans.

But why is China making only token noises when the US which is a world away is raising a hue and cry over North Korean nukes: China is a giant which has awoken to realize its mind and might. She is now aware of her chances to wield global power. The Chinese too have scripted their future in world affairs and have secretly played their futurist war games towards world domination. China knows well that the only reason the US had bases in South Korea is to use them against her some day; also the only way the US could successfully launch a land attack into China is through South and North Korea.

So the Chinese counter strategize: China discreetly encourages North Korea to make the nuke. Having done that, it has successfully stalemated US plans of bulldozing into North Korea and using her as an eventual launching pad for invading China.

The Chinese plans most probably go much deeper. Koreans are after all people of Chinese origin. China would plan to encourage both the Koreas to reunite within the next 50 yrs and then eventually integrate it with the Chinese mainland in the next 100 yrs. Taiwan is already constitutionally under Chinese government and its only a matter of time before China takes over Taiwan or develops a mass friendly Taiwan to enable unison with the mainland. Takes 25-50 years max.

Japan is the only other ally the US has. When it comes to an all out war, Japan would play neutral, rather than risk the nuclear wrath and possible geographic and demographic annihilation in the hands of its mighty neighbor. Also cultural similarities with China might make the Japs unreliable to the US in the hour of reckoning (The japs can never erase Hiroshima/Nagasaki out of their psyche. They are just playing war-weary-wise-gentlemen now and cheering the Americans for the sake of good business.).

India is an US option, after all India shares a vast border with China in the East. The nuke co-operation signed between US-India is the PR face of such a nascent arrangement. But the US knows that India is overtly non aligned and wouldn’t be in a rush for a war which is not directly in her interests.

Now the US has no land fronts to invade China. To the hawkish military strategists in the Pentagon this is a dire situation. After having almost covered half the run for global dominance (i.e., the Oil Plot), the US finds all its plans for the second half going dangerously amok. Just because the weeny little junta regime in starving North Korea dared to pre-empt the mighty Americans.

The US now runs helter-skelter, trying to get North Korea back to being non-nuclear and at least preserve the old status quo. They would re-focus all energies to this once they extricate themselves out of the mess that is Iraq/Iran.

If North Korea / China gets the better of the US in this, the US will have no other feasible plan to control/contain China this century; thus doomed to fail in its neocon-plan to achieve PERPETUAL FULL SPECTRUM GLOBAL DOMINANCE.

The United States finds that time is running dangerously short..

tobecont : THE INDIAN DIMENSION
obviously our netas also have plans of their own. they might look funny and talk funny,
but they too, like all men, harbor shrewd global ambitions

2007-02-12T01:22:00.000+05:30

THE AVATAR

Tinkling Bells
Garlanded Gods
Wisps of Camphor Smoke
Whispered Prayer

From the corner of my EyE
A Girl
Sculpted in Silence
Head bowed in Reverence
And Me
Lost

To Bells and Gods
Regarded this Deity;
From painted Toes to fluttering Lips
to scarf layered hair
my eyes fleeted.
A thousand thoughts swift-footed
my paresised Mind -
I gazed at her
On taunt toes
Till Engulfed

By sweaty Flesh
Of Ash covered Devotees
She merged
And Disappeared
Into the Thronging multitudes
Of translucent Eternity
Leaving Me
Filled

With the very Peace
for which
I came Searching.

2007-01-29T14:42:00.000+05:30

THE RAVEN
AND
THE BLOOM

A Raven
cold and wet
perched on stiff limbs
defies time and sleep
eyes unblinking
waiting for the bloom
elusive and coy
flowering at dawn

The sickly raven
must to live, glimpse
the flowering of the bloom
at morn
least
a foul malady
eat its soul
and kill its heart

The bloom
only once in a thousand days
now only lightly stirs
but the raven hopes
coarsely crows
flutters its wings
yet too weak
to fly

Distant memories
lightning and death
shadows
and silence
screams in every tune
danger in the abyss-
the raven shivers
and flinches

Long nights
agonizing days
rain
and howling wind;
the raven fighting slumber
and pain
finally
falls to a comate stupor

When the sun rises
in a misty drizzle
and showers radiance
the bloom
blooms
in divine splendor
and the worlds behold
and rejoice

Soon the bloom
exhausted
of scent and beauty
wilts, dries
and
falls to the dry earth
becoming one
with the dust

The raven then
awakes with a start
eager
to witnesses the bloom
and instead sees
in earthy conclusion
a prophecy
of certain demise.

2007-01-29T12:02:00.000+05:30

DUALITY -
'You men are all bastards' - A woman screams in a crowded
restaurant and walks out seething

The brain is, in computing analogy, the hard disc. In itself its function is mostly storage. The moment the brain is receptive to informational input from our five senses (and the debatable 6^th), it or parts of it function as the mind. Awareness of the senses is consciousness (not the yogic kind). The conscious mind seems to have just one purpose – do anything and everything to propagate and preserve itself ( through the body it is housed in).

The mind reacts to this sensory- inflow by analyzing. This function is intelligence. Based on the information previously stored, the additional data is crosschecked for patterns, contrasts and ambiguities. This is rationalizing. And is the primary employment of intelligence. The wanton mind originally has selfishly derived intelligence for the purpose of self propagation (reproduction required – Sex) and secondarily, preservation ( energy input required – Food)

Sex and Food. Lust and Hunger. These drive all life forms. Specifically, Sex is the predominant objective, Food being the tangible requisite to sustain the former. They characterize the twin-purposes that drive primitive conscious action.

The paradox starts here. Food and Sex. To eat, killing is necessary. To mate, socializing. Eat, Mate. Hunt, hug. Chase, Embrace. Aggression, compassion. Life starts off being contradictory. Hate/Love etched into even the most primitive genes. The dilemma of the mind to achieve this twin intent back to back must have been another trigger for evolution.

Intelligence could probably find no rational means to solve this contradiction; For catering to the paradox would be violating the rules of reason. So the wily mind brings in a new player - Emotion. Emotion is corrupted intelligence. Corrupted, short-circuited by the mind for a dubious purpose. Emotion is a magician who creates illusion. Creates something out of nothing. Or pretends to. Emotion is the ultimate hallucinogen. Love, Hate, Jealousy, Passion, Joy etc are intangibles manipulated to great results by the mind to delude intelligence into managing these paradoxical twin requirements. And the mind has ultimately succeeded.

Now the Lioness could tear apart and chew the innards of a still-alive gazelle and come back to pet her cubs. Now the man could heartlessly slit the throat of another and yet make gentle love to his mate that night. iTs in the genes.

2007-01-02T15:22:00.000+05:30

GREETINGS, EARTHLINGS.
Alien Monologues: Relationships & Happiness

Life is precious and the humanity of it makes it priceless. You have a beautiful habitat.. The splendid dawn, lush meadows, flowers, birds, the awesome ocean, the rain, the mighty waterfall, the mist, the forests, butterflies, dolphins.. And most importantly, each other.

HAPPINESS is the essence of man’s existence. All his action and decision is directed toward it. Human relationships are fundamental to happiness: The immediate family, the one you are born into is responsible for a quarter of you happiness. The other 3/4th extracts from the new family that you would eventually create, starting out with the life partner you chose.

(However, you query, what about ambition, creativity etc etc. do they not generate happiness ? No. Such things as those only create fulfillment, and the conversion of that fulfillment into happiness necessitates the elements of human relationship. Michael Angelo created the masterpiece of The Creation Of Adam on the Sistine chapel ceiling, and felt satisfied/fulfilled. But he felt ‘happy’ when his lover, who knew nothing about art, kissed him for it)

¼th happiness: Your family, either overtly functional or entirely dysfunctional, is the source of an easy ¼th happiness. Most friction and discord within the family arises from your subconscious tendency to take out your external frustrations on the family, since they are softer, easier, less-retaliating targets. You hate it the most when outbursts or misunderstanding cripple intra family relationships, precisely because these are people who obviously love you, and you love the most. If you employ quarter of the obedience you show your demanding boss, quarter the patience you show your unorganized room-mate, a quarter of the unconditional all-weather love you show your callous lover, to your family, then it guarantees to be mostly smiles on your home front.

3/4^th happiness: Evidently, most of you think Romantic Love is a pain in the spine. Guy or Girl, Man or Woman, You just don’t seem to get it. It should be the simplest of procedures; Boy meets Girl, They Like things (physical or mental, spiritual or materialistic, real or imagined) about each other. They fall in Love - They start to live happily ever-after. But invariably they don’t. The tears, the aches, the sulks, the grouches, the insomnia; anger, hate mails, assassination plans, are all testimony to something seriously flawed in this seemingly simple linear formulae.

So what goes wrong? First, the key word: Like. They meet, they Like things about each other..

Honestly gauge if you have the maturity to reliably and consistently know your likes and dislikes. (If not, sorry, get back to sighing at posters of Hrithik Roshan, and await your time. It will come). List out what you realistically like of a would-be partner, ideally more in the context of your future family (even your children) than of yourself personally, now. The more affinity your partner has to your list, the higher the probability of a successful relationship. If you are unsure, wait until you find out for sure. If the love that sprouts is a result of the many things you mutually like and agree on, it is bound to be durable, and the life that follows, less unhappy.

But then i hear tiny adolescent voices.. Should we wait endlessly and deprive ourselves of the breathless 'rush' of our first crush, the insomniac, smiling-mumbling -to-self of the first i-love-u; the heady ecstasy of the stolen first kiss/squeeze.., those things like these which we would remember with a lip-biting secret smile for the rest of our lives ?? And i say - go right ahead, full steam. BUT only know them for what they are, that these are passing fancies and phases of growing up. Just dont delude yourself into thinking they are much-more, and readily reach for the blade when he refuses to answer your call, or look up the net to order a Smith & Wessons Magnum500 when she seems to flirt with the school athlete.

And I hear older exasperated voices .. Love is blind. Knows no reason.. I have only caution to offer such voices: No. Not in these trying times. Not these days when so much is at stake, when so much can go so easily wrong; so much time wasted, minds permanently scarred, and entire lives ruined. Not these days when relationships are run less on adulation and more on shrewd pragmatism.. All your life you have dreamt of the finest chiffon. If one day you see a cloth of dazzle and color, tarry a moment in examination, lest you be stuck with a garment that tears at every stretch and bleeds in every drizzle.

To those in fulfilling relationships: Treasure what you have. Its precious yet fragile. Very often, human insecurity oozes destructive emotions that curdle a good blend. Nurture the bond. Nourish it. Protect it from your negative self. More relationships wilt due to the poison that brews within, than from the evil that lurks without. You constantly hear of relationships falling apart, so it would be prudent of you to do ALL it takes to keep yours together, if you have a good thing going.

The thought, the fantasy, that there is something beyond you, something better than what’s around you, better than what you already got, that could make you happier, perpetuates a voracity, a false anticipation and needless anxiety. The quest to seek out this mirage dissipates too much energy and devours too much time, both of which are in critical shortage in your lifetime. Most things in life are a given even if your option to exercise choice on them seems to exist.

Lucky are the few who find true Love at first attempt. To those who come out of bad relationships, bitter and bruised - ENFORCE CLOSURE. Discard the past association, swiftly, in entirety. Cleanse and sterilize your heart and mind of the old. Life strangely does offer second chances, if you dissociate totally from the past. The key is total closure. Do it, after all your life depends on it. Start afresh, as good as new, without prejudice or rancor.

Here, my beloved, I offer a recipe to that what you so desperately crave yet what eludes you the most.. Take it with a pinch of salt. Love, Happiness and Peace on your Earth.

May this New Year be different from the old.
HAPPY NEW YEAR

2006-12-14T14:49:00.000+05:30

THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAIL

She sits outdoor, in a pavement café, the table still wet from the dawn dew. The heat of the coffee, cupped in her palms, seeps into her fingers, her wrists, and gently prickles the skin along the length of her slender arms. She breathes in the heady aroma of the decoction, eyes closed, and her lips sip the drink like a child, the warmth searing a fine line down her throat.. The clouds part and the first rays of the day cuddle her in a shroud of orange, seemingly igniting her luxuriantly tousled hair into an incandescent blaze, and her assorted ear and nose studs into glowing embers of myriad hues.

For a moment, a lost tune from a forgotten past resonates within her mouth and oozes to her ears, and she is pleasantly surprised. She arranges a pile of coins on her table for the coffee and tip, not daring to take out the currency note in her purse, which is her last.

She gets up, strangely buoyed, picks up her bulging, hastily packed suitcase and crosses the road. A red and blue 10-wheeled truck, ASLAM CARGO emblazoned on its side, traveling at a modest 50 Km/hr, but with enough momentum to tear the turret off a battle tank, speeds toward her; Only when it is a few feet from her does she notice the looming ten feet high monster metal frontage. She loses precious seconds faltering this way and that, undecided as to run across or back. It is too late now. She drops the suitcase and her hands draw up to her face, mouth and eyes contorting in an agonized silent scream. Death is a moment away, when..

Time and Movement freezes.

The truck is now a giant frozen blur of steel, speed and menace, inches from her face. The waiter at the café, eyes startled wide, with the dropped coffee cup mid-air between hand and pavement.. A frail beggar, almost naked, bent to retrieve a scrap of paper.. A stray kitten pursuing a yellowish grey autumn leaf swept by the wind onto the road.. Both cat and leaf now motionless on tar, as if in a still photograph.. All immobilized in mid-act.

She tears herself away from this anomalous tableau, blinking her eyes to make sure this is all real. If it is a dream, then awake she must, and soon.. It is no longer dreamlike. The faint smell of baked coffee beans from the café is still in the air. The throbbing pain where her falling suitcase scraped her shin seems real enough..

And then, there is Him..

tobecont.

2006-12-14T06:17:00.000+05:30

CHRISTMAS PRESENTS FOR SANTA CLAUS

Santa is Sick
He cant even Talk
No visits this Xmas
No gift in your Sock
His reindeer’s Dead
His sleigh is Broken
His costume is Tattered
His heart is Frozen

Santa is Dying
No food on his Stove
Since last Christmas
No warmth of Love
His room is Cold
Nothing to Heat
His blankets he Gifted
To the poor on the Street

Santa too is Human
You shouldn’t Forget
For the joy he brings Everyone
To him you are in Debt
So visit him this XMas
Give him your Smile
It will thaw his frozen Heart
In a short While

Tell him you Love Him
Present him a Kiss
Hug him Close
Wish Him Merry Xmas
So soon he’d Recover
You wouldn’t Believe
Till he gives you a Visit
On New Years Eve !

2006-12-02T14:42:00.000+05:30

A MARTIAN IN VENUS:
Sachin is Hit by the Lightning Bolt

Ok, You do look a little different tonight. You are even smirking. Got a raise? High on Smirnoff? Ahh yes. How could I have missed it.. a girl is involved! A girl, right! Yes.. ? YES! So the girl next to you watching the play today, opened conversation.. She even said it was a delight meeting you! She must have been impressed! Especially with your knowledge of Theatre. Did you tell her that it was your job to be at the Theatre.. That you work there part-time. No you didn’t .. Thought so. Your incidental knowledge of plays must have awed her.. And you are still smiling!

> Yes, Sachin, the Moth in you has sensed Light.. Now it’s the Play of Ages.. Welcome to the Experience. <

2006-12-02T14:36:00.000+05:30

A MARTIAN IN VENUS:
Sachin Likes It

She likes you for your rawness.. Your rough hands and rugged face.. Your naivety, your bluntness and your occasional loss for words. She loves your independence your solitary spirit, your alleged virginity. She likes the coldness of your eyes and the edge in your voice..

She envelopes you like a warm shaft of light on a chilly dawn. You catch her perfume when she comes to you with an excuse. You catch the purpose in her smile when she hovers to make eye contact. She tells you she likes your smile, your burly arms. She sits with her shoulder touching yours. She rubs against you when she reaches across for the magazine. She waits to share her umbrella with you to the parking lot. She gives you her number. She insists you call. You listen to her talk for hours.. She does make you feel good. She knows such a lot about everything. Even about you. You sleep late, content. You wake up early, refreshed.. She surprises you with a visit at noon. She unwraps a useful gift. She cooks excellent. Much better than your Mom for sure. You notice the brightness of her eye whites. The lushness of her lips. The fullness of her body. Her rebellious hair strands need to be frequently pushed behind her ears. She is talkative. You mentally switch off the sound, now and then, to observe her better..

>> Yes, Sachin, Iam listening, paying attention to you. Why are my eyes closed ? To hear you better, Sachin. You heard a snore ? No, Sachin , I was humming a short tune.. <<

2006-12-02T13:22:00.000+05:30

then
the thoughts
trickled to a stop
and the memories
dealt a crippling blow
sank into
the subconscious
to fossilize
in time.

meanwhile-
the torrent swept us past
pastures, ruins,
deserts, marshes;
till fate interceded
and washed ashore
our hope drained bodies
in the land
of divine selection
where we permitted
our optimism
germinate
.

2006-11-24T14:28:00.000+05:30

.A MARTIAN IN VENUS :
the curse of the jealous witch

I remember seeing the movie LADY HAWK: A jealous witch curses a much inlove couple. The man is henceforth fated to turn into a wolf at night and the woman destined to fly as hawk by day (woman by night). so that at no time can the lovers ever be together as man and woman. At daytime you might see the gallant warrior as he rides past you like the wind with a hawk on his shoulder and at nights if the weather is clear and if you are lucky, you just might get a glimpse of a women of angelic beauty walk with a fierce wolf through the moonlit jungle. But at dawn and twilight for a few fleeting seconds each day while their bodies metamorphose into their curse, they manage to look at each other in pain and joy, as human..

Cursed are those who are never to meet ever again.

2006-11-24T12:57:00.000+05:30

~ HAIRY TALES ~
NEW WORLD ORDER – PART ONE

I have always been shy (cough). More so in the just-sprouting bud of my youth. One of my favorite pastimes those days-of-my-bashfulness, was to imagine myself as someone Cloak and Dagger (Bond, James Bond) or Ultra-Strong (Popeye) or Powerful (the President of India – yes I was kinda naive) The fantasy of being able to positively effect the lives of whole populations was my ‘thing’ my ‘kick’. I played them all day. Sometimes all weekend.

So thence were planted the tremulous saplings of ambition which by adulthood, I was effin sure, would grow into Giant Oaks, inciting radical change into the lives of many peoples.. Obviously nothing of that sort happened. The saplings withered away in no time in the scalding heat of teenage subsistence and in the scorching flames of capricious nascent adulthood. And Now: Having acquired some power and influence at work, and home, especially in the vicinity of my kennel where I breed rogue canines; But nowhere near acquiring the kind of omnipotent power, to be able to alter the destinies of myriad peoples (I like the word, peoples), I nonetheless entertain memory flashes of an old fantasy.. Of a world according to me..

HOW UNCLE SAM OILS THE CHINKS

Actual Reuter Tickers (almost) :

Korea

tests nukes.

Iran

plans nuke tests. Dr.Rice, Cheney play scrabble. US plays 100^th

Iran Invasion

war game.
You read them everyday. But is there more to it than meets the eye:

The

United States

is the sole super power. Its neo conservative policy is now – perpetual full spectrum global dominance. Meaning to do anything and everything it takes to maintain global superpower status in all aspects, not just for the next 50/100 years but for all Time.

Two vital factors determine the outcome of this strategy: Oil and China. Oil, for the next 50 years. China, even beyond. Fuel runs the world. Without fuel, ambition only remains in the hearts of men. Unless an alternate source of fuel is discovered, refined and made available cheaply in massive volumes ( that doesn’t seem like happening this century), he who controls oil would enjoy world dominance.With the erstwhile Soviet Union dismembered and crippled, the US is miles ahead of any competition in terms of world power. The nearest rival is now China. Thanks to its massive population, size and surprisingly fast growing economy. If unrestrained, China would soon wield the money, the resources, and the military supremacy the US currently enjoys. The US is now hell bent on restraining it. But first, the Oil -

SECURING OIL - US plans global oil dominance by.. what else..? controlling the planet’s biggest oil reserves i.e, the middle east – mainly Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Iraq, Iran.

SAUDI ARABIA & KUWAIT & IRAQ- Already barracks the US army. How ? The US slyly encourages Saddam to invade Kuwait, hinting it wouldn’t intervene.. Saddam does so. Saudi is mortally threatened. Begs US intervention. US acts surprised. US Liberates Kuwait, decimates Iraq's military apparatus. Saddam cries “ *@$% @ @!! %^&*$ $*! *&^%” which loosely translated, minus the cuss words, means ‘US Traitors’. US armaments and personnel are stocked in both Saudi Arabia and Kuwait, thus covertly influencing these two governments’ policies. Iraq further crippled with sanctions, making it a soft enough target for later manipulation. ( Three birds with one stone. Darn these Yankees are good )

IRAN is next. Iran is a mighty military power. Its rulers fanatic and dictatorial. To successfully invade Iran. US needs two or three land fronts. Wars are about securing fronts. No country can truly be won unless there is a successful land invasion from multiple land fronts. And for that accessible land fronts are required. Iran has Afghanistan and Pakistan on one side and Iraq on the other. US policy/war mongers scratch their chins on how best to secure these three fronts. To get Iran, they should first secure Afghanistan, Iraq and possibly Pakistan. And then there occurs 9/11.

9/11 is planned by Al-Qaeda /Bin Laden. Top CIA and defense officials know of impending threat. They turn a blind eye. Knowing it’s a superb opportunity (the pearl harbor attack gave America the excuse to exert world dominance for half a century) to implement their cherished strategy of PFSGD - Perpetual Full Spectrum Global Dominance. The twin-towers collapse. Pentagon war-mongers hurriedly make their move. They would get their triple fronts afterall..

PAKISTAN - A scared Pakistani military president is given an ultimatum by the US. Join us. Do our bidding. Give our planes and military regional access. Or be prepared to be bombed to the stone age and a puppet government installed. Musharaff knows enough to know what’s good for him personally- to remain president or to languish is some Karachi jail- Musharaff unsurprisingly chooses the former. US is given free rein in/through Pakistan. To use it as a launch pad against Afghanistan's Al-Qaeda and importantly, for the eventual Iran confrontation. ONE DOWN.

AFGHANISTAN- The rag-tag Al-Qaeda government is taken down without much ado and a US friendly govt installed. Not to mention a massive US military presence discreetly directed at Iran. TWO DOWN.

IRAQ – Knowing fully well it has nothing to do with the terrorist attacks, US invades an Iraq already crippled by wars and sanctions, using the moral pretext of compromising non-existent Weapons of Mass Destruction. Effects leadership decapitation and sets up a puppet government and military bases (in convenient positions to attack Iran) . ALL DOWN.

Now the pawns are in place for the grand move – INVASION/CONTROL OF IRAN.

Once Iran is installed with a US favorable government either by war or leadership capitulation, half the battle for PFSGD is over. Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Iran and Iraq will be in US control and so will World Oil, for use, abuse and manipulation, for as long as necessary.

tobecont -
NEW WORLD ORDER - PART TWO : RESTRAINING CHINA

2006-11-19T13:34:00.000+05:30

The striking reptile injects deadly toxin
Into the conduits of his blood

The clown feigns flamboyance
The horde’s applause deafen;
Scoffing,

*
moral: always be nice to clowns
.

2006-11-15T14:49:00.000+05:30

A MARTIAN IN VENUS :
the Cubicle Square Paradox

So one fine day you end up together, at study or work, and have to be such a constant part of each others days, for weeks. Like two strangers closeted in a train cubicle. Both from two strong cultures, that are as much paradoxical as intense. One a little bird, one a wild bear. One a little too paranoid, one a little too headstrong. And you fight your way into growing closer. Like musketeers you brandish your weapons and duel for opinion/rights/song, laughter/passion. Like birds you strut your stuff and shake your plumage.. leaping into the air and clawing the ether. Mock fights.. Testing ..Taunting. Well its the stuff of all Man and Woman.

One mantra is transparency of thought. Yup. Not communicating sure makes things complicated. Like my Grandma used to say 'Not communicating sure makes things complicated' which is almost or exactly what I just said, which only goes to prove so. Most times, what you see (if you can see in entire-ity) is what you get. But since sometimes you can never see in whole-ness, the unseen portions or the 'hole(s)' make one unsure of what one sees and thereby what one gets; Which again brings us back to what my Grandma used to say. LIFE, as Einstein never said, but would have, had he stayed at home more often, is equal to LC square: where L is for Logic in Thought & Action, and C is for Squared (Honest) Communication.

2006-11-05T14:59:00.000+05:30

THE MERMAID
~ PART TWO ~

One evening, he comes running to the cove, excited as usual at the prospect of getting to share yet another evening with his beautiful secret. But alas !, what he sees, drives him to his knees in anguish and despair..

Instead of the screeching gulls and the hurrying crabs, the signpost ‘Site for Harbor’ greets him. The soothing melody of the breaking waves and the rustle of the breeze among the palm leaves, are warped by the aggressive chug-chug of bulldozers and the swearing of sweating men.

Shock stricken he runs up and down the littered beach raving incoherently. He dives into the ocean, frantically hoping for a miracle. The murky ocean bed is littered with heavy rigs and pipes. He searches aimlessly, knowing fully well that she must have left, not standing a chance against the brutal invaders of her privacy.

His tears mingle with the sea, with the tears of his mermaid. Yes, he knew it. She too must have wept .. Pained to leave him. He swims to the rock where they had so often sat, gazing at the setting sun. Content in each other. It is there that he finds it.. Secured by knotted weeds to a wedge is a heart shaped coral. She had left it or him..as her parting gift..

If you visit that harbor today, you will see massive ships anchored at a distance. A gigantic red and white striped lighthouse stands sentinel to the coast. You will notice that unruly footprints have disturbed the multi colored pattern of the sands, and cigarette butts and empty packets are thrown around by selfish tourists. Naughty boys net the sparse fishes and stone the hungry gulls.

If you happen to wander to that secluded part of the harbor where the rocks are the most menacing and the waves fierce, you will see a lone figure. His body dissipated with age, face wrinkled by the passage of time. And in his vein knotted hands, clutched tightly to his bosom, is a coral. A heart shaped coral..

You will notice that his eyes, though glazed with sorrow, scan the darkening sea line with a glimmer of hope. Do not disturb him now. Grant him his solitude. For now, he is expectantly awaiting someone. Expectantly awaiting the return of his beautiful Mermaid..

THE END

2006-11-02T15:42:00.000+05:30

oh muse ! arbiter of inspiration
to failed poets, fallen kings, broken men
unleash thy gift, thy miraculous tipped arrow
rid the clots from the heart mind’s marrow

To see things that aren’t.. illusion-vision, hallucination, isn’t i guess 'normal'. Those are the pleasures of cannabis smokers and cocaine snorters.. Pleasures nevertheless. An unfettered Imagination is then a credible substitute: Behold the gazelle. Amid the lush green grass. In far savanna. Creature of incredible beauty grace poise. Watch her flit through the field. A little jump. A small dash. A nervous flick of her tail. A haughty turn of the head. She snorts She twitches her skin She barks. Happily. (aside: she barks ? well gazelles and deer make cries that are catalogued by men as 'barks'.. where is human aesthetics? does such a pretty being bark. can such an angeline creature bark? like a common mongrel. ok like a highbred canine even. bark like the sorry dog-types that shit on carpets and pee on lampposts? no sir..non ). See her breathe in the fresh dawn smells. Sense her LIVE ! Wide eyed. Coy. Taking a nibble from that plant. Sniffing the aroma from this flower. Chasing a redblue butterfly. Excited. Full of wonder. Filled with Life. Uncaring. Oblivious to the ominous dangers that lurk close. Maybe those lionesses by the shade. Maybe these sulking hyena near the bush...

c'est la vie

2006-10-22T13:41:00.000+05:30

IMMORTALITY and
THE STRANGE CASE OF A SPEEDING TRUCK
~ if the title doesn't get you, the picture should ~

Not that I sit, weighed down, morose, pondering over these things (ok who am I kidding . I do ). Sometimes ..you know.. things..like the death of a pet, the expiry of a credit card.. nudges one to contemplate stuff that are crudely metaphysical.

So here goes..
Science today is bursting at the seams. The mind’s capacity for more seems strangely unlimited. Very much like the infinite space around us and the intricate replica within. If the purpose of evolution, or (metaphysical) life, is eventual accessibility to the ultimate truth, why are we housed in such fragile bodies that clearly cannot last long enough to sustain such a quest; Just when we acquire the maturity of mind during adulthood, to be reliably rational, the body promptly commences its physical disintegration. The mind evolves frantically and the body, almost conspiratorially, begins to self-destruct.

Immortality is the future. science will ensure that we get there. sooner than later. In the higher scheme of things, it sure seems that immortality is indeed factored in. Only to immortals can the vast expanse of the universe and time make practical sense. Plus, it no longer sounds or feels like it belongs exclusively to the realm of science fiction. Very do-able.

>The word immortality is restrictive in the human context. by the true definition of the word, its applicable only to the concept of God, who is not only immortal but also deemed insusceptible to any factor that could choose to alter that state. >Immortality, in lesser beings, is the infinite longevity of life, if 'allowed' to run its course. Susceptible perhaps to external agents, like life threatening hazards, the destruction of habitable milieu etc.

A better term would then be the currently in-ishtyle one : Indefinite longevity. Which is to mean that you could someday be scientifically altered to be clinically immortal, i.e., you can live for ever, but hey make sure you don’t get hit by a speeding truck ! In which case, unless the medicine/science of the day saves you. You will be stone dead.

And on this happy note..

2006-10-22T02:51:00.000+05:30

OH KING

THE STARS IN YOUR MISTY HEAVEN

THE DOVE FETTERED TO YOUR SATIN COUCH

THE PEBBLE WEDGED BETWEEN YOUR EYES

IS NOT YOUR OWN

THE BANNER YOUR CHARIOTEERS WRESTLE

THE HARVESTS YOUR HORSES HOOVES BURN

THE RUBIES SPILT FROM THE WHIP YOU SNAKE

IS NOT YOUR OWN

THE SMILE DYING IN YOUR ARMS

THE LAUGHTER FROM THE CORPSE YOU SWELT

THAT MAIDEN FROM VIRGIN PASTURES YOU STEAL

YOU WILL NEVER OWN

FOR THOSE SCARLET LIPS I ONCE SAVORED

2006-10-21T15:58:00.000+05:30

HAIRY (History According to Ray) TALES:
don’t quote me on ur history papers.

Diwali=deepavali
= dee + pa + va + olli
Dee= very far away= disconnected world = netherworld=underword=Later, an island.
Pa=father=elder=king
Va= Aa=come >>
olli=velli=to light= come out (of the dark)
South India was in prehistoric times considered the nether world, A Lost world, because it was impenetrable, secretive, shrouded in magical rites and religious/pagan occult. Travel and war were prohibited and rare. society preoccupied with gaining nsight into the mind, body, soul, god.

DIWALI= Originally a celeberation in north India to commemorate the rare visiting of a great south Indian king. Bringing with him knowledge and spirituality. thereby lighting up the darkness of ignorance in the outside world. That explains the light effects and paraphernalia associated with the festival. and the gradual transition and mutation of the word deepavavelli - from the king of the netherworld who comes bringing light to deepam (lamp=who is the king from the netherworld) + olli (light= knowledge spreader/ ignorance dispeller).

dont look at me like that..

~ HaPpY DiWaLi ~

2006-10-15T16:22:00.000+05:30

LOVE HURTS:

It is a musky dawn in the lush glen.

The pheromone gnaws at his insides. He scrambles leaf to twig, sourcing out the scent. There she is. All three inches of green desire. He takes four quick steps towards, one step back. Four to, one fro. She looks a mite interested, turning her head this way and that, coolly centering him into her optimal vision.

He struts. His flaunt, instinctively smooth and beguiling. She oscillates her antennae, flexes her abdomen. Signaling consent. He makes his move. He would have preferred mounting her from the rear. Too many gory stories he heard about the foolish ones who dared otherwise. Surely this one wouldn't.. She seems different. Looks exquisite: The green of her triangular head, her delicate neck. Limbs and wings in perfect juxtaposition at the thorax. Forelegs upraised as if in serene supplication. Her large multi-lens eyes now alternate with innocence, excitement, playful mischief even ? He looks into her softening eyes and walks into her embrace. She touches him tenderly. All over. Her kisses savoring his face.

He does his thing. She seems entranced. Lost. Body arched. Three minutes of bliss. She holds on to him. A little tighter than he would have liked.. He waits a while and pulls back gently. Her larger spiked grasper-arms draw him closer. Tighter. Her mandible lustily (?) nibbles at him again. Her eyes suddenly aglow with a new purpose. He panics. He summons all strength. Struggles. She seems to wake up, as from a reverie. Their eyes meet. He shudders. She holds his gaze, for a full moment. Then she lets go. He scurries away, dazed, relieved, mind a-reeling. She sighs a small content sigh. Grooms herself. It's a little too early in the day to be eating mates.

He will be back. They all do.

2006-10-06T23:37:00.001+05:30

THE MERMAID - Part One.

HE WALKS along the stretch of sand on the cove, which is yet to be spoiled. No footprints disturb the multicolored pattern of the sands, no cigarette butts or empty packets thrown about by selfish tourists. No naughty boys to net the sleeping fishes or stone the roosting gulls.

The giggling foamy waves tickle the soles of his feet as his eyes gorge on the Edenic setting. He watches the sun glide towards the sea and unite in an intimate embrace, while the on looking sky furiously changes color in acute envy.

He stops abruptly, refusing to believe his eyes. The absurdity of the sight leads him to suspect his senses.. For just a few yards away, sitting on a rock is a form.. A form that is half human and half fish.. the mythical figure of a Mermaid !

She sits facing the sea. Her profile, silhouetted against the evening sky, is exquisitely shaped. Her face, featured like a Greek goddess. Her hair, exotically hued in the twilight, cascades silkily over her bare shoulders. Her fish like lower half is swathed in overlapping greenish-gold scales that glitter reflecting the fading light. He gazes at her, like in a dream, in utter disbelief.

Suddenly she turns. Is it instinct or did she hear his startled gasp? Fear floods her face and she turns to dive. He cries “Wait !”. She hesitates. Does she understand or maybe it is the harmless look on his face? Perhaps she is just as inquisitive as he is. She stays on. They stand rooted to the spot. Eyes interlocked. A deafening silence follows. Then she smiles..

Thus begins an extraordinary friendship. Between a man and a fable. A friendship sprouting from the assurance of a smile. But with that smile, an accord is reached, a pact signed.

From then on, they meet regularly. By degrees, the bond of mutual trust strengthens giving rise to a relationship so pure as to surpass all distinction. On days when the weather is just right, she takes him into her own world. Her own special world. A world of beautiful coral reefs, luminescent algae, brown ringed star fishes and giant green sea anemones, schools of frolicking fishes, acrobatic dolphins and sunbathing whales. They communicate through signs. The understanding between them grows so perfect that their silence conveys more meaning than words could ever express.

(Time speeds by and this bond molded in trust and nurtured by innocence evolves to such chaste heights that even the Gods begin to grow jealous. They hastily plot to put an end to this impending threat. The result is heartrending.)

One evening, he comes running to the cove, excited as usual at the prospect of getting to share yet another evening with his beautiful secret. But alas !, what he sees, drives him to his knees in anguish and despair..

(to be continued)

2006-10-03T04:45:00.000+05:30

Princess of the Seas

Behold the Visitor Mysterious
Princess of the Ancient Seas-
of the shimmering ripples
and the placid skies
of the crescent moon
and the mellow sunrise

See this princess wondrously behold
a way of life not quite like the old
An age away from the hustle of time
a world potent with life and rhyme

Lazy dreams awake to a hazy morn
the aroma of dawn and curried prawn
(now here, sadly, this bad poet need ferret
some rhyming word to complete this quartet )

- Phew ! -

The unhurried life of humans with no goal
the fatalistic surrender to the karmic soul
If life has a purpose beyond death, she muses
does it matter if all wealth or even love, one loses?

In a blinding flash
Of numbing Insight:
the Cosmic Dance
the Quest for the Light
the Selfless Soul
the lust for the Right.

The Smile-
in the sunken eyes of a street urchin
the Rayban-
on a gold toothed diamond merchant
the Hope-
in the fire eaten ruins of a shanty slum
the Rose-
on the unclaimed corpse of a bum.

The Paradox Rules
the impossible is the only possible
0ne billion prayers
10 million gods
children scream
women bargain
men letch and spit

life abuse

amuse.

The visitor holds a full palette
and her vision is ripe,
while the canvas remains
strangely empty.

> . <

2006-10-01T21:33:00.000+05:30

YOU lay there on that soft bed like a nice dream. delightfully tired and dead asleep. yet your mind a kaleidoscope of falling leaves and scented bloom, laughter and the glinting sun, friends and frolic and boundless fun. I see your arms flung to embrace your softoys and the pillow. your eyes betraying the swirl in your heart with its gentle flutter. and your lithe body , warm and cozy within the layered sheets. you lay there like a question mark, to a distant dawn that will nevertheless carry a few surprises.

While I..
in the sea: Bravado all inflated after a few bowls of the local rice-beer, hitched onto a speeding catamaran (5 pieces of log tied up), holding to a rope and trailing afloat; peering into the abyss, psyching myself into imagining the silhouettes of hungry sharks when I very well know that the only sharks within 10 miles of the coastline are the mainland moneylenders. The jelly fish are kinda itchy though.

2006-09-27T16:10:00.000+05:30

THE.AFFAIRS.OF.MEN

>> THE TWIN TOWERS << (WorldTradeCentre – 9/11)

In a shanty ruin
among the smoky shadows
of oil lamps;
beneath flowing robes
and greying beards,
parched lips and steeled hearts,
hatred bloomed
a flower of thorns.

Poverty and religion -
the hungry love for a narrow god.
Men of wisdom
and gift
plotted ruin
to brash capitalism,
greed;
death to infidels
and an alien creed.

A stroke of devious genius
to harness high technology,
the science of the mind
and pure evil
to
guide gleaming falcons
into beaming beacons
of freedom
optimism
and unbridled ambition

.......

Work turned death
heroes turned martyrs
a hundred storeys
with twisted tales
of horror
pain
endurance
suffering
and a million dreams
go up in smoke and debris

Witness
the silhouettes against
a now unfamiliar skyline;
what was
is not,
what was thought
became naught.

Like beggars we pick
up shreds
the remnants of our dignity
our possession
our pride
and limp
some in
some out
of the dark enveloping haze
into a setting sun.

While behind us
below us
about us
within us
the cries of disbelief
the moans of agony
and the deafening sounds
of silence..

If u have not lost
how do u dare to even fathom
the pain,
if yours is not taken
how do u dare to perceive
the loss

When the belief of one
becomes the death of another
as in all battles between men,
at whom
do we point a finger
on whom
do we drop the bomb.

2006-09-21T09:00:00.000+05:30

*LOVE (part-1): THE MECHANICS OF LOVE

emotions make the man. certain emotions we believe make us humane. emotions arent called emotions if it lacks spontaneity. premeditated, it becomes mere expression - a product of the tissues.

the ‘heart’ is the house of emotion. by ‘heart’ we all know we mean the ‘sentimental mind’. mind originally had no sentiment. it was not designed to accommodate sentiment. coz a mind is an instrument of survival sourced by the brain. it manufactures instinct and action to propagate its own self (and thru it the body it houses). a mind is a robot that serves only one master. itself. by any means. by all means.

( the heart the mind and the soul are supposedly the trio that nurtures human aesthetics. since other earthly life forms or life as we know it, other than man, allegedly lack one of these we preposterously (damn that word again! well its the last time iam using it!! ) conclude that they lack the ability to be aesthetic. the heart ofcourse is just another functional bio-organ like the kidney while the soul is but (i believe) a vain metaphysical illusion conjured by man.. so I deal just with the brainmind here..)

somewhere along the line of life’s evolution. after a few billion years. when everything was not hell bent on eating everything else. maybe coz food was abundant. maybe coz it seemed more selfish not to be selfish. meaning not eating ur neighbor helped u eat more to ur fill in the long run.. the mind learned to chill out. to cool .. to relax.. its sense of function which was singular and purely survival-oriented in nature, mellowed a little. by mellowing it began strangely, over millions of years, to accommodate traits in its character that were contradictory and destructive to the very purpose it was designed to exist.

voila! we have the emotion now. the product of a malfunctioning mind !

Love is an emotion. a bastard child. bred of an union between the mellowing mind and an anonymous mutant adulterous. It knows no reason .. its stupid... Then why does love exist and flourish?

(In labs it has been shown that rats voluntarily and repeatedly subject themselves to electric shocks for the ‘gift’ of experiencing a satisfying sensation (manually manipulated thru electrodes in its brain) akin to an orgasm. experimental mice forgo even food at the risk of death inorder to continue receiving the ‘erotic’ stimuli. in human-mice, ..er.. addicts, the same pattern can be recognized when the ‘gift’ is a hallucinogenic ‘kick’)

Love flourishes at the extreme discomfort and even total destruction of its owner-carrier coz the wanton brainmind inturn receives a comforting sensation.. a pleasurable sensation.. an aesthetic sensation (not necessarily orgasmic). The mind is now genetically and absolutely addicted to this sensation, and Love feeds it.

to be continued soon..... LOVE (part-2): IN DEFENSE OF LOVE

*( the author takes full responsibility for the views expressed. It is more a product of his -maybe according to u, inadequate - brainmind, than the unpleasant side effect of the recent heatwave downtown.)