Into the shallow, I sailed,
Beneath the soil, I lay soiled,
Lost into the mountains, I wandered,
Numb and Cold as death , I was stoned into ,
and then from beyond the clouds sun arrived,
bees as usual swarmed and cuckoos flied ,
And In the loving memory of myself i died
And in the loving memory of myself I died,
Like the first rays of early morning sun , decked up with last rays of twilight , she arrived. It was a delight to see as the last rays with the first rays fought to survive as none were ready to leave her . For all the time, i am looking to express the vivacities of her demeanour and unfortunately what i found were few words , also fighting to survive.
With her incandescent grace . She shoved the gates of coffee shop. she sahshayed as if gods were playing ballad , and most probabbly they were also crooning to her tunes as the tempo seemed to follow her walks. they say beauty lies in eye of beholder , how fool they all are , because all those days it was beholder incapicitated by the beauty's eye . But then if this was also beauty , then all those days i was despised.
I stood up because it was not yet another silver lining in the cloud , but a cloud looking for its silver lining. I don't know whether she ever realizes that a universe surrounds her , but the truth is she really seems to not realize that universe surrounds her.
Figuring her in her scarlet tees, blue jeans and slippers , I atleast realized that touchups and glows , mascara and brows , and left all those can just draw few silver linings, clouds have their own show.She walked quite nonchalantly.Her hairs were knotted at back with two curls ruffling in front of her eyes.They were not an attempt to expose her charms , but flying with the wind not caring about tides and storms.Her eyes had thin lines of kohl , which were trying to reflect their existence more to her than to anyone else. For a change , she was not having big eyes , they were small and yet quite intense , looking into you or beyond , you never get to know, and yes tender beautiful lips , swivelling somehere between pinkinsh and reddish lore.
After placing her order , she placed her bag at one of the chair , brought outside a Book , The black swan , and then i saw those swan flying and flying into the horizon till black was what left , that i could have contemplated. She placed one of her leg on the side bars of chair , pressed the play button of her mp3 player , sitting in front of me was she, as in between all these , she had traced her way to table in front , like it was all her own bay , and in that moment i felt like
into the shallow, I sailed,
Beneath the soil, I lay soiled,
Lost into the mountains, I wandered,
Numb and Cold as death , I was stoned into ,
and then from beyond the clouds sun arrived,
bees as usual swarmed and cuckoos flied ,
And In the loving memory of myself i died
And in the loving memory of myself I died,
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
The Sparkle of Desires
Of Stars and Skies , and beyond them
The world I don't Know, I can't imagine, I don't feel,
Of whose existence I am n't even critical as I can't imagine,
Yet I Desire, I Desire, I Desire , I Desire, I Desire.
Desires , the word , may encomapss tho surge of human civillazation from the early stone ages to the world of Today's, jostling with Neo-libertarians , science freaks , pro-capitalist , Individualist , paganist , autodidacts, Fanatics,Uber Richs and yesh not to forget sexy legs. Coincidentally , they may vary from each other in a number of things , but there is something common in all of them , They all have desires.
So ,maybe I should keep myself on toes and should understand that I am writing about something enigmatic in its existence.
So, Is is true that our life is directed by our desires
(Sorry , My keyboard's question mark key is not working), Or Am i just getting fooled not realizing that desires don't direct our life but it's I who desire about my life?( Better sense prevailed , using CTRL C + CTRL V) I would first like to declare that the article is Insipired by two incidents , First , a article by one of my friend on desires and other , a Chit-chat in my office where my companions said there's is no spark in their life. I was quite confused , as truly speaking , i really don't wish for anything in life and life would be last place where i will expect sparks . Anyways , bringing sanity and shifting towards perceived notions of sense;
Where life and desire intermingle to give a sense of oneness or howsoever you want to contradict or accept the existence of the two terms? Let's talk about life first,
Life, as they say , an end in itself , the ultimate desire of life can only be diffusing because that's what it finally achieves.Quite fascinating , that's the greatest truth of life , and that implies that it becomes quite obvious that the truth will be run amok by everybody subjected to his or her own whim and fancies. One of the greatest guiles , an effect of above mentioned cause is the belief that a Perfect life is one devoid of any desires , or maybe on a little less precedented scales, life's aim is to effuse out from wordly desires to achieve eternal bliss, whatever. And yet what most have done , from pantheon to gaileleo, from aristotle to Ayn Rand , From Epicureus to Barrack Obama , We lived for our desires.
Why? The Big Y?
As they say in mathematics , to measure y , first find out its Xs, let's do some sight-seeing . First of all , death may be ultimate end of life , but the conscious being , of all things , he or she can expeperience death in most unaffecting way ,i.e, Death comes too late and leaves behind too little things to understand . And as any objectivist would claim , in his life , a conscious being experiences many "A" which he or she feels , relates or sometimes gets a high from them. So, maybe on the big shelfs of philosophy and metaphysaics , death is regarded in high esteems but among commoners, the situation becomes little skewed.
As , we got rid of death now , let's talk about other in fray. Quite unfortunately , most of us spend whole their life thinking the physical dimensions visible of any human being is the Human being himself. THe biggest mistake, as Man is more about the rational self presnt inside rather than a jaunt of muscles and bones visible from outside . The big story starts from here ,You can give a sense of man's physical existence by locating him but not to the one that lies inside, You can touch the physical self , but the sense of your touch will need approval from the one that lies inside , you can love a person but the feeling of being loved for him will arise from the one that lies inside the person , and as Paul coelho quite beautifully says in his book , "I'm not a body with a soul, I'm a soul that has a visible part called body". And as Obvious , Desires are the effect of the Man that lies Inside. Why? Because it's these desires which give the sense of existence to that Man which lies Inside. It's the desires which makes that man inside to wake up everyday and toil . And It's the achievement of those desire which give credence and belief about its existence to the Man which lies inside. It was written somewhere that Intellect decides the sacrifices for our desires , but then i think it also missed a point . Man is not a set of static parameters , To certain extent the physical self may be said as set of static parameters , But the Inner one is as Dynamic as much the word means. A dynamic being can't be fooled of his existence by physical sensations but seeing the existence in reality of his or her achievements and that's what desires do. In true objectivist way, they give sense of one's existence , which had been and always be the only meaning of life. Death was just a theological , spiritual or philosophical distraction implanted to creat a mechanical world. Because , the only fact is deads are having no life.
Now, we will bring in some sparkle into desires. We know that man is a set of dynamic parameters , which means desires can neither be a terminus a quo ( starting point ) nor teminus ad quem ( finsishing point ) in life . They should always correspond to the dynamic parameters at that time in life of a Man . Now, as you see these everchanging desires will keep on shining the inner man with its achievemnets giving a sense of continuous reflection of light , i.e, sparkle. That are sparkle of desires which hold within them the true essence of life , the heralding of Human being's fortitude, i.e, the sense of existence.
The sparkle of desires conveys that , the dynamic man , by his desires, ignites the fire of life and through their achivement brings sparkles in them .
These sparkle , time and again , make the man feel himself and that's what preaches us the ultimate end of life , i.e, Freedom , a Freedom to feel him self , freedom to realize his desires, freedom to curb his desires and a free state where he realizes that sparks are not an effects of brushes with outer world but a sense of everchanging, desirous , free mind which sometimes goes as far as this one,
Of Stars and Skies , and beyond them
The world I don't Know, I can't imagine, I don't feel,
Of whose existence I am n't even critical as I can't imagine,
Yet I Desire, I Desire, I Desire , I Desire, I Desire.
The world I don't Know, I can't imagine, I don't feel,
Of whose existence I am n't even critical as I can't imagine,
Yet I Desire, I Desire, I Desire , I Desire, I Desire.
Desires , the word , may encomapss tho surge of human civillazation from the early stone ages to the world of Today's, jostling with Neo-libertarians , science freaks , pro-capitalist , Individualist , paganist , autodidacts, Fanatics,Uber Richs and yesh not to forget sexy legs. Coincidentally , they may vary from each other in a number of things , but there is something common in all of them , They all have desires.
So ,maybe I should keep myself on toes and should understand that I am writing about something enigmatic in its existence.
So, Is is true that our life is directed by our desires
(Sorry , My keyboard's question mark key is not working), Or Am i just getting fooled not realizing that desires don't direct our life but it's I who desire about my life?( Better sense prevailed , using CTRL C + CTRL V) I would first like to declare that the article is Insipired by two incidents , First , a article by one of my friend on desires and other , a Chit-chat in my office where my companions said there's is no spark in their life. I was quite confused , as truly speaking , i really don't wish for anything in life and life would be last place where i will expect sparks . Anyways , bringing sanity and shifting towards perceived notions of sense;
Where life and desire intermingle to give a sense of oneness or howsoever you want to contradict or accept the existence of the two terms? Let's talk about life first,
Life, as they say , an end in itself , the ultimate desire of life can only be diffusing because that's what it finally achieves.Quite fascinating , that's the greatest truth of life , and that implies that it becomes quite obvious that the truth will be run amok by everybody subjected to his or her own whim and fancies. One of the greatest guiles , an effect of above mentioned cause is the belief that a Perfect life is one devoid of any desires , or maybe on a little less precedented scales, life's aim is to effuse out from wordly desires to achieve eternal bliss, whatever. And yet what most have done , from pantheon to gaileleo, from aristotle to Ayn Rand , From Epicureus to Barrack Obama , We lived for our desires.
Why? The Big Y?
As they say in mathematics , to measure y , first find out its Xs, let's do some sight-seeing . First of all , death may be ultimate end of life , but the conscious being , of all things , he or she can expeperience death in most unaffecting way ,i.e, Death comes too late and leaves behind too little things to understand . And as any objectivist would claim , in his life , a conscious being experiences many "A" which he or she feels , relates or sometimes gets a high from them. So, maybe on the big shelfs of philosophy and metaphysaics , death is regarded in high esteems but among commoners, the situation becomes little skewed.
As , we got rid of death now , let's talk about other in fray. Quite unfortunately , most of us spend whole their life thinking the physical dimensions visible of any human being is the Human being himself. THe biggest mistake, as Man is more about the rational self presnt inside rather than a jaunt of muscles and bones visible from outside . The big story starts from here ,You can give a sense of man's physical existence by locating him but not to the one that lies inside, You can touch the physical self , but the sense of your touch will need approval from the one that lies inside , you can love a person but the feeling of being loved for him will arise from the one that lies inside the person , and as Paul coelho quite beautifully says in his book , "I'm not a body with a soul, I'm a soul that has a visible part called body". And as Obvious , Desires are the effect of the Man that lies Inside. Why? Because it's these desires which give the sense of existence to that Man which lies Inside. It's the desires which makes that man inside to wake up everyday and toil . And It's the achievement of those desire which give credence and belief about its existence to the Man which lies inside. It was written somewhere that Intellect decides the sacrifices for our desires , but then i think it also missed a point . Man is not a set of static parameters , To certain extent the physical self may be said as set of static parameters , But the Inner one is as Dynamic as much the word means. A dynamic being can't be fooled of his existence by physical sensations but seeing the existence in reality of his or her achievements and that's what desires do. In true objectivist way, they give sense of one's existence , which had been and always be the only meaning of life. Death was just a theological , spiritual or philosophical distraction implanted to creat a mechanical world. Because , the only fact is deads are having no life.
Now, we will bring in some sparkle into desires. We know that man is a set of dynamic parameters , which means desires can neither be a terminus a quo ( starting point ) nor teminus ad quem ( finsishing point ) in life . They should always correspond to the dynamic parameters at that time in life of a Man . Now, as you see these everchanging desires will keep on shining the inner man with its achievemnets giving a sense of continuous reflection of light , i.e, sparkle. That are sparkle of desires which hold within them the true essence of life , the heralding of Human being's fortitude, i.e, the sense of existence.
The sparkle of desires conveys that , the dynamic man , by his desires, ignites the fire of life and through their achivement brings sparkles in them .
These sparkle , time and again , make the man feel himself and that's what preaches us the ultimate end of life , i.e, Freedom , a Freedom to feel him self , freedom to realize his desires, freedom to curb his desires and a free state where he realizes that sparks are not an effects of brushes with outer world but a sense of everchanging, desirous , free mind which sometimes goes as far as this one,
Of Stars and Skies , and beyond them
The world I don't Know, I can't imagine, I don't feel,
Of whose existence I am n't even critical as I can't imagine,
Yet I Desire, I Desire, I Desire , I Desire, I Desire.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
kill Bill
I know this disclaimer may sound disparaging to all those who might be expecting a serenading expatriation from Qentin Tarantino 's blood spattering cinemascape , But then this article has nothing to do with any lure and muse of some soul beliving in aestheticization of violence(this term plagiarized from wiki). Quite ironically, this article is about a soul , who in futue may be applauded as one of the most nobler souls Indian polity saw, He's none other than Kapil Sibal, Our HRD minister. He introduced into parliament his historic bill of Including 'Right to Education' in Indian constitution's fundamental rights. The Nation sees this as a Armstrong leap in Indian's Conquests towards growth and development. Without any doubt , on paper , it really gives you this whimsical feeling that , It will absolutely facilitate a more glorious Sun over our head. But then if whims could have decided the future of our civilization , I assure you the world has seen umpteen number of whimsicals, devillishly crazy then Our Honorable Minister who at the End just were buried in the debris of History . So , I think it's time we a take a little time to see what the bill reflects. Let the story with teh most fundamental thing in that bill, i.e, Right.
Our Constitution has given us six Fundamental rights:
1). Right to equality
2).Right to freedom
3).Right against exploitation
4).Right to freedom of religion
5). Cultural and educational rights
6).Right to constitutional remedies
1). Right to equality
2).Right to freedom
3).Right against exploitation
4).Right to freedom of religion
5). Cultural and educational rights
6).Right to constitutional remedies
What are Rights? According to NCERT book for STD. VII, "Colonoal rule had created a certain suscpicion of teh state in the minds of of Nationlists and they wanted to ensure a set of written rights would guard against the misuse of state power in independent India. Fundamental rights , therefore , protect citizen against teh arbitrary and absolute exercise of power by the state. the constitution, thus, guarantees teh rights of individuals gainst the state as well as against other individuals."
I really think now, it's merely a formality to explain how perfectly all the above six satsifies that definition and Our honorary Minister's bill simply defies. The first thing , which gets reflected from this definition is that the rights were never supposed to serve as Guidelines for government to be prerogative in Individual's growth culminating in society's growth . On the other hand, the rights were designed to serve individuals if Government tries to be prerogative in deciding his free will. There lies the gist of story . With this bill that's what our honorary minister expects to achieve. Our minister and the citizens of this Nation or any Nation need to come out from this fanciful thought-process of such a Government , because any such Government will be a Totalitarian. Rights are meant for Indiuviduals to have their own liberty to take decision according to their won free will and yes Government is supposed to maintain the environment . Any attempt by the Government, even in the name of a Better future will simply be curbing Libertarian thought process in longer run and hence turning into a Totalitarian one, and i think that spells different from democracy. A independent Nation should strive to maintain an environment where if he a individual wishes not to study , then this should lie only on his own discretion. This sometimes proves a befuddling question for most of the human beings who can't imagine someone dejcting education . But then the issue is not about dejecting education , but establishing a environmnet where everyone has right to say yes as well as no. This is what democracy is all about . Have you ever thought of a democracy where its citizen doesn't have right to say No? Try thinking it. It would have been really more worthful , if either our Honorary minister should have gone through those pages of NCERT book or being a minister should have changed the definition there.
Now looking little bit inside education, Oscar wilde quit said "Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught" i think if would have been around , he must have been sentenced for a rigorous punishment for such offending bytes. yet , i will go ahead and sum up one of the most important thing about education , Education is not an end but a means, and its academic version is just one of its version, quite truly most prominent and rampant . As a Individual , we should be striving towards end and not means and that can only culminate in the growth of Nation. A nation or any organization needs a productive individuals who achieve ends and not means, which we might be overlooking.
I know there are other detractors of bill who will question about the economic viablity of such a bill. But then , I think this bill doen't stands upto the fundamental meanings of rights , which is being propagandized as Fundamental rights.
I think i will go to watch Tarantino's kill bill , because who knows tommorrow who will have to take the gun like "The bride".
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Of love , Sex & Romance
Chapter 10
Full moon always presented not just an extra-planetary body but an epitome of pulchritudinous, exuberance and love, but then even those expressions reached to newer dimensions when you found moon floating on the crystal-like waters of Ganges in Hardwar.
In Hardwar, one could always felt the lovely lady named Ganges, embellished with beads of those rare stones, which were so worthless that they looked rare, an embrace that was as cold as peace, a smile which was as congenial as one’s own self and an aura binding whole universe in one spirit. He has spent many moonless nights and at the banks of Ganges sitting alone, and today he deserved all that beauty being blessed to him. But in his opinion, moonless nights cajoled the lovely lady to unleash her self and yes she really looked one heart writhing beauty. On these nights, he always felt her behaving like swaying in his lover’s arms and one night he felt her telling this to him.
Floating on the heavens was it in his arms,
Twitching in the air was I clasping for all of him, in his arms,
Sashaying through the distance were the emotions spuriously in his arms,
There was a aroma of that unknown yet nostalgic in his arms,,
I excruciated, inebriated, exalted in his arms,
Across the aisle, I can sense his pulses and nothing was in senses in his arms,
There were lights in his eyes and yet it was darkness all around, in his arms,
He touched, tickled, swiveled, squelched, and I was all her’s, in his arms,
I twisted, creaked, quarreled to be liberated to effuse in his arms,
Because there was universe beyond, yet it was like destiny, in his arms
Gaurav was nomadic, insane, anti-conventional, Insomniac or out of his senses, as he had this habit to spend many nights on the banks of Ganges counting the stars and concluding to the fact that they were uncountable .He had a problem or a problem too many. His rheumatic self was the effect of his undying quest for Whys in this world.
When people are leaving out ‘y’s in spellings to make things short, savvy and suave, he was quite obviously choosing a road less travelled by. But then he had reasons and the reason was to cater for reasons. Now, without any doubt he was normal at 21, his current interest was in love and life. What’s love? Why Sanatan, his roommate still loves the same girl, whom he had not seen since last six years and had talked a few times? Why Divya , his wing mate loved every girl and talked only about sex? Why Pravin,the serious bloke shied away when they asked love? Why Ranjan talked about his heroics of screwing seven girls yet she loved ‘Akanksha’ from the core of the heart? Why Singhai such a frightful figure also had a girlfriend? Why Amrit Vaish whom they lovingly called ‘Vaishya’, i.e., prostitute had two girlfriends and he had none? Why it was so that there were many girls, seeing whom he felt he could have fallen in love with any of them, and yet he fall for none? Why all of them thought him as a ‘Love-expert’ yet he had no qualification worth boasting?
Amongst all those invoke, he heard a sound it was strange and at the banks of Ganges at 12:23 in night, I assure you it is frightening. The sound followed another and now he was pulled back from all whys to what? The sound was substituted by some decrepit images or was they premature? His visions were giving him pretensions tonight but then he felt a girl standing there on the other side of river. It was love at first sight, not because of her looks but he felt she was like ushering love all around her and he was mesmerized. But doubtless to say, she could have made anyone fall in love with her just because of her looks. Her purity in white was being doped by those incandescent smiles which reflected impunity. Those wide eyes and kohl were matched by that Kamarbandh of gold on her waist, but what was most intriguing was he lost her whenever he tried to look her in complete as herself. He was having a feel of those charismatic repertoires but yet he found her complete-self invisible. Maybe the images were still premature. But then Why was one thing he had completely forgotten tonight. She was like emotions in dance, Feelings & expressions in ragas and love infused into word life. She was there floating like on the heavens on the other side of river or maybe she was just in his arms or maybe she was there in the water.
He shied away her face as he felt she splashed the water. But then maybe those visions were premature. He suddenly felt like of many a whys he sought for, she can give answer for few.
“Are you real or I am dreaming?”
“Reality is what you perceive, so it’s you who can better say that.”
“Okay then I need to know why you are you looking so beautiful to me?”
“Because you are able to perceive me as beautiful.”
“Do you mean to say there’s nothing like beauty in the world? It all lies in the eyes of beholder/”
“No, beauty doesn’t lies in your eyes, but it lies in your mind, how you understand the term beauty, How you understand the term beauty?”
“Do you think I understand the term beauty?”
“Anyone who can perceive reality in this world must be understanding beauty, because reality is the most beautiful thing in this world.”
“What’s beauty of a girl?”
He felt her invisible. Was he not perceiving reality?
“Hey where were you gone?”
“I was always here; I told you my presence depends on your perceiving abilities.”
“I think I should change the question. What’s love?”
What do you think it is?”
“I am confused.”
“Then I think I won’t be able to answer, because once again if you are not able to perceive reality in context of love, I won’t be a help.”
“I am really confused.”
“But I can really feel you are saying something.”
“That’s what I want to understand.”
He continued,
“They say in love people understand what even they are not able to say, how so? As you are understanding it right now.”
“Love binds you to the reality, whenever you stretch your hands and feels the molecules of air giving a chill down your spine; you should feel this is love.”
“Now I’m confused again.”
“This is nothing but your unwillingness to feel yourself.”
“Now, you are maybe confused too, right now you were saying love is all about understanding the molecules of air, i.e., understanding the reality around you,”
“ You know the greatest truth is people stop loving the day they start feeling their own self, Love is nothing else but feeling your own self, understanding one’s own existence, love is not about sacrifices but possessing, you can love one for only one reason ,i.e., your own happiness and for nothing else ,everything else is a paradigm.”
“So, it doesn’t matter the other is happy or not.”
“You are still not perceiving reality; there are no immature images, try seeing it clearly.”
“You know I can see myself in your eyes.”
“And if I believe in love, I will also be able to see myself in your’s”
“I think you are quite visible to me now, or is just moonlight’s effect.”
“Light have always been made scapegoat for one’s eyes inability.”
“I think I am understanding things.”
“I think I should go now as you are still understanding things and not able to see them clearly in front of you.”
“Oh no no, I still can see myself in your eyes.”
He asked,
“Why are you telling all this to me?’”
“Do you think it’s me who’s telling all this to you, do you think any one else can make anyone perceive reality?”
Full moon always presented not just an extra-planetary body but an epitome of pulchritudinous, exuberance and love, but then even those expressions reached to newer dimensions when you found moon floating on the crystal-like waters of Ganges in Hardwar.
In Hardwar, one could always felt the lovely lady named Ganges, embellished with beads of those rare stones, which were so worthless that they looked rare, an embrace that was as cold as peace, a smile which was as congenial as one’s own self and an aura binding whole universe in one spirit. He has spent many moonless nights and at the banks of Ganges sitting alone, and today he deserved all that beauty being blessed to him. But in his opinion, moonless nights cajoled the lovely lady to unleash her self and yes she really looked one heart writhing beauty. On these nights, he always felt her behaving like swaying in his lover’s arms and one night he felt her telling this to him.
Floating on the heavens was it in his arms,
Twitching in the air was I clasping for all of him, in his arms,
Sashaying through the distance were the emotions spuriously in his arms,
There was a aroma of that unknown yet nostalgic in his arms,,
I excruciated, inebriated, exalted in his arms,
Across the aisle, I can sense his pulses and nothing was in senses in his arms,
There were lights in his eyes and yet it was darkness all around, in his arms,
He touched, tickled, swiveled, squelched, and I was all her’s, in his arms,
I twisted, creaked, quarreled to be liberated to effuse in his arms,
Because there was universe beyond, yet it was like destiny, in his arms
Gaurav was nomadic, insane, anti-conventional, Insomniac or out of his senses, as he had this habit to spend many nights on the banks of Ganges counting the stars and concluding to the fact that they were uncountable .He had a problem or a problem too many. His rheumatic self was the effect of his undying quest for Whys in this world.
When people are leaving out ‘y’s in spellings to make things short, savvy and suave, he was quite obviously choosing a road less travelled by. But then he had reasons and the reason was to cater for reasons. Now, without any doubt he was normal at 21, his current interest was in love and life. What’s love? Why Sanatan, his roommate still loves the same girl, whom he had not seen since last six years and had talked a few times? Why Divya , his wing mate loved every girl and talked only about sex? Why Pravin,the serious bloke shied away when they asked love? Why Ranjan talked about his heroics of screwing seven girls yet she loved ‘Akanksha’ from the core of the heart? Why Singhai such a frightful figure also had a girlfriend? Why Amrit Vaish whom they lovingly called ‘Vaishya’, i.e., prostitute had two girlfriends and he had none? Why it was so that there were many girls, seeing whom he felt he could have fallen in love with any of them, and yet he fall for none? Why all of them thought him as a ‘Love-expert’ yet he had no qualification worth boasting?
Amongst all those invoke, he heard a sound it was strange and at the banks of Ganges at 12:23 in night, I assure you it is frightening. The sound followed another and now he was pulled back from all whys to what? The sound was substituted by some decrepit images or was they premature? His visions were giving him pretensions tonight but then he felt a girl standing there on the other side of river. It was love at first sight, not because of her looks but he felt she was like ushering love all around her and he was mesmerized. But doubtless to say, she could have made anyone fall in love with her just because of her looks. Her purity in white was being doped by those incandescent smiles which reflected impunity. Those wide eyes and kohl were matched by that Kamarbandh of gold on her waist, but what was most intriguing was he lost her whenever he tried to look her in complete as herself. He was having a feel of those charismatic repertoires but yet he found her complete-self invisible. Maybe the images were still premature. But then Why was one thing he had completely forgotten tonight. She was like emotions in dance, Feelings & expressions in ragas and love infused into word life. She was there floating like on the heavens on the other side of river or maybe she was just in his arms or maybe she was there in the water.
He shied away her face as he felt she splashed the water. But then maybe those visions were premature. He suddenly felt like of many a whys he sought for, she can give answer for few.
“Are you real or I am dreaming?”
“Reality is what you perceive, so it’s you who can better say that.”
“Okay then I need to know why you are you looking so beautiful to me?”
“Because you are able to perceive me as beautiful.”
“Do you mean to say there’s nothing like beauty in the world? It all lies in the eyes of beholder/”
“No, beauty doesn’t lies in your eyes, but it lies in your mind, how you understand the term beauty, How you understand the term beauty?”
“Do you think I understand the term beauty?”
“Anyone who can perceive reality in this world must be understanding beauty, because reality is the most beautiful thing in this world.”
“What’s beauty of a girl?”
He felt her invisible. Was he not perceiving reality?
“Hey where were you gone?”
“I was always here; I told you my presence depends on your perceiving abilities.”
“I think I should change the question. What’s love?”
What do you think it is?”
“I am confused.”
“Then I think I won’t be able to answer, because once again if you are not able to perceive reality in context of love, I won’t be a help.”
“I am really confused.”
“But I can really feel you are saying something.”
“That’s what I want to understand.”
He continued,
“They say in love people understand what even they are not able to say, how so? As you are understanding it right now.”
“Love binds you to the reality, whenever you stretch your hands and feels the molecules of air giving a chill down your spine; you should feel this is love.”
“Now I’m confused again.”
“This is nothing but your unwillingness to feel yourself.”
“Now, you are maybe confused too, right now you were saying love is all about understanding the molecules of air, i.e., understanding the reality around you,”
“ You know the greatest truth is people stop loving the day they start feeling their own self, Love is nothing else but feeling your own self, understanding one’s own existence, love is not about sacrifices but possessing, you can love one for only one reason ,i.e., your own happiness and for nothing else ,everything else is a paradigm.”
“So, it doesn’t matter the other is happy or not.”
“You are still not perceiving reality; there are no immature images, try seeing it clearly.”
“You know I can see myself in your eyes.”
“And if I believe in love, I will also be able to see myself in your’s”
“I think you are quite visible to me now, or is just moonlight’s effect.”
“Light have always been made scapegoat for one’s eyes inability.”
“I think I am understanding things.”
“I think I should go now as you are still understanding things and not able to see them clearly in front of you.”
“Oh no no, I still can see myself in your eyes.”
He asked,
“Why are you telling all this to me?’”
“Do you think it’s me who’s telling all this to you, do you think any one else can make anyone perceive reality?”
Friday, April 17, 2009
Of Love,Sex and Romance
Chapter 6
"I Fucked Him, yaar."
"So you send one more to where he came from,i.e.,His mother's........................."
Hahahaha...................................................................................
"Sh! What are you girls talking about? IT's too indecent.Don't You feel ashamed?"
"So ,New admission,from some backwaters of dusty town of Bihar,First time in the city.Leaves with her some another hypocritically orthod relative and is commitment to Shyam Kamal,another Intelligent,dedicated,Ideal by books,obedient,Trust worthy Bloke,And..............................."
"Idiot in short"
They shouted in unison.
It was chatterbox ringing before the gong sounds nine in the premises of Miranda House.
Cloistered Inside these walls were always being scripted a ratifying versions of theatrical vagina monologues in this one of the most premier all girl's college.
Anywayz let's allow the scripts to trace the events to last night,so that this more of hollywood sci-fi sort of screenplay starts looking like one of our very own desi Bollywood caper.
"Hi,Mayank,I'm feeling quite guilty conscious today,can we go for a date today,and date means wild one."
"Excuse me,guilty conscious,date,wild,I can't get you."
"Abe Fuckhead,Tonight I want to stay in your room snd sleep in your bed.Was that straight enough or should i make it more clear."
He went speech less for a few seconds and maybe retorted back something which was also incomprehensible becaue to see nude a hi-flying girl of delhi millieu and who has a attitude quite famous in the inner circles was a giving a sense of insurmountable achievemennt to him in his sensory organs and he was a some distraction in or two other organs too."
"Yeah,Yeah My darling,your Man friday will be there on his kness."
"O.K.,at hostel's gate,5 o clock,I 'll wait for you."
Gargi didn't loved Mayank nor she liked him.She just talked with him to assure herself that he deserved to be disliked.To a extent,it was talking weird or maybe a feeling of vaccum in one's own psyche,but that's how she was.She knew all men were lecher,pervert who were deserving enough just to get a piece of her physical self but not a dime of her soul.Mayank was just a trifle in his long list of ardous character shattering ordeals.Poor he,he didn't know tonight he was supposed to be guillotined.And all this gave her immense sense of pleasure,when he saw all those man serpenting like a egoless creature in front of him,and she has all the viles in her for the moment to crush them into a sordide saga of reality and yes she treated them all like that.
Poor Mayank
"Mayank,How are you doing?"
"I am great darling,and you look like a diva."
Matter of fact ,gargi has very unique way of dressing herself .She will always go with this chic Indian fabric on such dates.A typical colourful salwaar-kameez with some vibrant floral boutique,and the colour of dress also was always kept on vibrant side,which expressed more confidence of her's self,with all her hair clipped at a place and then allowed to fall like drapes.She alwys went with vey sober colours o lipliners,faintly on pinkish side or ,giving her a more held-back look,she wanted to surreptiosly emote coquettish side of her.With two earings which were like tops and and not dangling ones,and bangles were must because she felt bangles were the essence of sleek Indian look.Three in each hand with four red ,two green embroidered with gold.And lo! the unpretentious diva was ready to show the world how pretentious they all were.
That night also started on quite similar note striking no surprises to the diva.Mayank took her to a posh Disco cum bar in .Gurgaon.He went for on rocks,because he had to show he was the man and she connived all adbventurous baits ,sticking with apple juice,then from there they took dinner in Lajpat Nagar for which also mayank paid,and got his malish ego fully satisfied,in lieu of it she kissed her in the car,that also only on cheeks because her conscience was not allowing her to do so.Gargi always got intrigued by the fact that was it rather girlish to shy away at all these moments,was it biological,was it now in their psyche because of being groomed in the way from centuries of civillazation or really they are fearful that not being pretentious at these moments would debar them from that elusive girlish status that they have so perniciously maintained.
Anyways,they went to his room and it's about 10:30 in night.
She played like the diva making him lick every possible speck just as to get a glimpse of the coveted her. She was confident of her self's existence .And all these moments she could see the perverseness in his eyes, the ransacking of his own ego into smithereens for nothing else. She was the diva and he was her faithful dog who was ready to stomp and pee under which ever pole she would have preferred to. She was the master of the game and then it all went awry.
"Phat"
She was ceremoniously enjoying her inexplicable triumph, when he did something which saw this reply.She was there just wrapped in his bed-sheet, and his eyes were saying all he didn't need to say anything ,but the jackass never learnt those words.
""Silence is golden than words."
He opened his mouth.
"I love you."
"Phat",one tight slap was all he got
That was hypocritically magnimonous in such measure that became indigestible for her and he was left there to take care of his bed-sheet. She was gone.
"Hi,I am saloni,the girl from back-waters of some dusty town of rular bihar,you remember."
"Hi! I am gargi and please I don't want to hear any boring lectures about your hypocritical stuff.
You produce ten children and talk of platonic love."
"You know you are very impressive, but i'm sorry if i am too candor in my approach .Patience and maturity may add wonders to your personality."
"I am warning you don't put foot on the gas, or you will be blown away."
"I'm already flying because I'm in love,haan the committed one ,boring and hypocritical one,but his name is not shyam kamal but Kunal,you may call him boring, laughable stuff, but he's into engineering and more intelligent than all your boyfriends combined. More smart than any of those you come across because you know, Smartness is not something which reflects outward of you but shines inward of you, giving a enviable credibility to one's life.Envy,you understand the word, which stamps authority of one man's ego,i.e.,the self among all those .he is envy for all amd i am proud of him.sex, we don't care about having or not having .It's just for all of them who try to console themselves for being perverts or nymphets by accusing whole world of being so. Maybe these words by someone whome you recognize as shyamlal soothes you.
"Absolutism defines perfection, Relativity defies and love personifies it, because how imperfect the two person involved in love are,love is always perfect."
Jimmy was the greatest playboy that I.I.T. Delhi was ever gifted with. His two hobbies were sleeping with computers and waking up with girls, and in case of both of them ,he was a fucking lucky dog. He got best of both worlds. His histrionics included recognization as the best hacker in every fest organized in their college, which was a classified achievement ,Non-Classified included second Internal's Math’s paper, Third semester's Computer architecture paper, Dean’s own certified authority letter for his U.S. internship program and bungling of 50 Rs. from the ATM,when he was left with no money to buy condoms for screwing shayna,who agreed to go through motions in Sam’s car only when they were unable to find another place on that unforgettable night.
At,6' feet ,he was tall ,with just those looks which were not chocolaty but very distracting. He was in every proff's bad books and every student's good books, because he has his own way of doing things and own reason for not doing them ,his own time zone in which he lived and his own dietary habits on which only he could have survived. He told to evryone love is just a side effect of those biological reaction whose main work is to produce those hormone called testosterone and ostrogen.Fools concentrate on side effects. I concentrate to take optimum use of major products. but was he going to repeat those words tonight again or going to get the shock of his life? Let’s see.
"Hi there, would you mind if we coalsce to enjoy some really high on testosterone and ostrogen moments?"
"Excuse me,I'm doing majors in english .will you be more comprehensible?"
"Why not but you don't look convincing when you act pretentious? I think you are more of the shooting from the mouth person. Aren’t you?
This was like bringing her back to senses .Yes, he was really like a breath of fresh air for her too .She had gone to the bar to relax from the jet lag after her last night's hiatus but then destiny saddled her into another rollicking roller-coater ride.
"Didn't that sentence reflect a very non-impressive pervert pick-up line."
"And didn’t those eyes look more salacious and nymphet like in all those"
"You are a self-obsessed man."
"Better than all those who pray to someone whose existence is even debatable."
"Quite unguillible one."
"In that case i think less than you because seem not to have a ilk of contempt after treating all those guys devilishly"
Truth has its own edges and even whey they kiss you ,it hurts.
"Maybe but sincerely I feel sex is carnal need."
"Shhhh................, please don't confuse in spellings, it’s a cardinal need, and even if it's carnal, can it be more objective?"
"You hear Shania twain i love her song ‘That don't impress me much’."
"Stop hearing such songs and read my words the key to content life is having low expectations in life."
"Stop reading such fucking books and read my words 'the key to content life is having no expectations from others"
"I never made a promise, I proposed of cutting a deal."
"Ha-ha, you are very much focused towards ur need in life."
"Aren't you"
"Maybe not"
"That’s why are u still confused about my deal."
"Not, now I’m not confused."
"God has always been on my side."
"Maybe you're in a little hurry today than in earlier flings with girls, I am sure I don't want it this night."
"Should, I kneel down on my knees and say 'I love you and will you marry me' for fifteen days and on sixteenth day, I know you'll yourself allow me to sneak inside your bed, if you wish i can go that hypocritical."
"That was one of the sweetest proposal, that i could have ever come across, let’s first go for a walk."
"I never understand, when one have such intense, passionate and truthful emotion as sex ,Why do they go for love?"
“Would you like to hear that they are all inferior beings in front of you."
"Honored I am by your words and I think I'm falling for you."
"Excuse me, what you said? Come again."
"What i Said? I said nothing and to know a Man's truth, look into his eyes."
"You know what; you’re also a face in the crowd."
"Are you expecting a Extra-planetary boyfriend? Should we consider this road for walking and there's a medical store on the way? As they say' Better safe than worry'.
"Haha, No we will go into my hostel room, you don't think like all of them that 'A man is all about control, when to breathe in and breathe out'
"Haha, But then you don't think you are changing all this into more adventurous than we need."
"You lucky dog, I don't come cheap, you know I made one to sneak into a unknown building climbing all up to the third floor ,and then allowed him to have his moment of truth, what he felt, over the balcony.
"You should have said that earlier, Think of me as your slave my princess, I’m always there to serve you."
Of all the moment that passed by night, for the first time his eyes were emoting something different, something new maybe a desire to possess something as his own. Is it what they say"? Was he feeling inferior in front of her? Maybe for the first time in his life, he felt maybe 'It's not all about winning'.
They went on talking about everything and most probably nothing .What was noteworthy, seeing them walking down the alley hand in hand, you felt that they were always together in life, they were like two perfectly fitting pieces of jigsaw puzzle, like two perfectly opposite phases of moon, they were two likes, and they were perfectly made for each other. Finally they reached gargi's hostel.
She was walking barefooted having her stilletos in her hand. She did a recce of inside through the gate, then went to one side of the wall, and told him to push her. He had already surrendered as servant.
Sitting stop the wall, she looked into his eyes. At that moment of time, the moon was just behind her. A white gushing light was creating a halo around her, and that light he saw a girl with a pony tail, with eyes which could never have been pretentious, neither had they ever. It was a divine intervention or what, but he knew he had lived till this day for this moment only.Sje could sense everything in his eyes; they were perfectly made for each other couples. She looked into his eyes and said
"I love you."
And jumped on the other side, leaving him behind in darkness contemplating the spots in the moon.
"I Fucked Him, yaar."
"So you send one more to where he came from,i.e.,His mother's........................."
Hahahaha...................................................................................
"Sh! What are you girls talking about? IT's too indecent.Don't You feel ashamed?"
"So ,New admission,from some backwaters of dusty town of Bihar,First time in the city.Leaves with her some another hypocritically orthod relative and is commitment to Shyam Kamal,another Intelligent,dedicated,Ideal by books,obedient,Trust worthy Bloke,And..............................."
"Idiot in short"
They shouted in unison.
It was chatterbox ringing before the gong sounds nine in the premises of Miranda House.
Cloistered Inside these walls were always being scripted a ratifying versions of theatrical vagina monologues in this one of the most premier all girl's college.
Anywayz let's allow the scripts to trace the events to last night,so that this more of hollywood sci-fi sort of screenplay starts looking like one of our very own desi Bollywood caper.
"Hi,Mayank,I'm feeling quite guilty conscious today,can we go for a date today,and date means wild one."
"Excuse me,guilty conscious,date,wild,I can't get you."
"Abe Fuckhead,Tonight I want to stay in your room snd sleep in your bed.Was that straight enough or should i make it more clear."
He went speech less for a few seconds and maybe retorted back something which was also incomprehensible becaue to see nude a hi-flying girl of delhi millieu and who has a attitude quite famous in the inner circles was a giving a sense of insurmountable achievemennt to him in his sensory organs and he was a some distraction in or two other organs too."
"Yeah,Yeah My darling,your Man friday will be there on his kness."
"O.K.,at hostel's gate,5 o clock,I 'll wait for you."
Gargi didn't loved Mayank nor she liked him.She just talked with him to assure herself that he deserved to be disliked.To a extent,it was talking weird or maybe a feeling of vaccum in one's own psyche,but that's how she was.She knew all men were lecher,pervert who were deserving enough just to get a piece of her physical self but not a dime of her soul.Mayank was just a trifle in his long list of ardous character shattering ordeals.Poor he,he didn't know tonight he was supposed to be guillotined.And all this gave her immense sense of pleasure,when he saw all those man serpenting like a egoless creature in front of him,and she has all the viles in her for the moment to crush them into a sordide saga of reality and yes she treated them all like that.
Poor Mayank
"Mayank,How are you doing?"
"I am great darling,and you look like a diva."
Matter of fact ,gargi has very unique way of dressing herself .She will always go with this chic Indian fabric on such dates.A typical colourful salwaar-kameez with some vibrant floral boutique,and the colour of dress also was always kept on vibrant side,which expressed more confidence of her's self,with all her hair clipped at a place and then allowed to fall like drapes.She alwys went with vey sober colours o lipliners,faintly on pinkish side or ,giving her a more held-back look,she wanted to surreptiosly emote coquettish side of her.With two earings which were like tops and and not dangling ones,and bangles were must because she felt bangles were the essence of sleek Indian look.Three in each hand with four red ,two green embroidered with gold.And lo! the unpretentious diva was ready to show the world how pretentious they all were.
That night also started on quite similar note striking no surprises to the diva.Mayank took her to a posh Disco cum bar in .Gurgaon.He went for on rocks,because he had to show he was the man and she connived all adbventurous baits ,sticking with apple juice,then from there they took dinner in Lajpat Nagar for which also mayank paid,and got his malish ego fully satisfied,in lieu of it she kissed her in the car,that also only on cheeks because her conscience was not allowing her to do so.Gargi always got intrigued by the fact that was it rather girlish to shy away at all these moments,was it biological,was it now in their psyche because of being groomed in the way from centuries of civillazation or really they are fearful that not being pretentious at these moments would debar them from that elusive girlish status that they have so perniciously maintained.
Anyways,they went to his room and it's about 10:30 in night.
She played like the diva making him lick every possible speck just as to get a glimpse of the coveted her. She was confident of her self's existence .And all these moments she could see the perverseness in his eyes, the ransacking of his own ego into smithereens for nothing else. She was the diva and he was her faithful dog who was ready to stomp and pee under which ever pole she would have preferred to. She was the master of the game and then it all went awry.
"Phat"
She was ceremoniously enjoying her inexplicable triumph, when he did something which saw this reply.She was there just wrapped in his bed-sheet, and his eyes were saying all he didn't need to say anything ,but the jackass never learnt those words.
""Silence is golden than words."
He opened his mouth.
"I love you."
"Phat",one tight slap was all he got
That was hypocritically magnimonous in such measure that became indigestible for her and he was left there to take care of his bed-sheet. She was gone.
"Hi,I am saloni,the girl from back-waters of some dusty town of rular bihar,you remember."
"Hi! I am gargi and please I don't want to hear any boring lectures about your hypocritical stuff.
You produce ten children and talk of platonic love."
"You know you are very impressive, but i'm sorry if i am too candor in my approach .Patience and maturity may add wonders to your personality."
"I am warning you don't put foot on the gas, or you will be blown away."
"I'm already flying because I'm in love,haan the committed one ,boring and hypocritical one,but his name is not shyam kamal but Kunal,you may call him boring, laughable stuff, but he's into engineering and more intelligent than all your boyfriends combined. More smart than any of those you come across because you know, Smartness is not something which reflects outward of you but shines inward of you, giving a enviable credibility to one's life.Envy,you understand the word, which stamps authority of one man's ego,i.e.,the self among all those .he is envy for all amd i am proud of him.sex, we don't care about having or not having .It's just for all of them who try to console themselves for being perverts or nymphets by accusing whole world of being so. Maybe these words by someone whome you recognize as shyamlal soothes you.
"Absolutism defines perfection, Relativity defies and love personifies it, because how imperfect the two person involved in love are,love is always perfect."
Jimmy was the greatest playboy that I.I.T. Delhi was ever gifted with. His two hobbies were sleeping with computers and waking up with girls, and in case of both of them ,he was a fucking lucky dog. He got best of both worlds. His histrionics included recognization as the best hacker in every fest organized in their college, which was a classified achievement ,Non-Classified included second Internal's Math’s paper, Third semester's Computer architecture paper, Dean’s own certified authority letter for his U.S. internship program and bungling of 50 Rs. from the ATM,when he was left with no money to buy condoms for screwing shayna,who agreed to go through motions in Sam’s car only when they were unable to find another place on that unforgettable night.
At,6' feet ,he was tall ,with just those looks which were not chocolaty but very distracting. He was in every proff's bad books and every student's good books, because he has his own way of doing things and own reason for not doing them ,his own time zone in which he lived and his own dietary habits on which only he could have survived. He told to evryone love is just a side effect of those biological reaction whose main work is to produce those hormone called testosterone and ostrogen.Fools concentrate on side effects. I concentrate to take optimum use of major products. but was he going to repeat those words tonight again or going to get the shock of his life? Let’s see.
"Hi there, would you mind if we coalsce to enjoy some really high on testosterone and ostrogen moments?"
"Excuse me,I'm doing majors in english .will you be more comprehensible?"
"Why not but you don't look convincing when you act pretentious? I think you are more of the shooting from the mouth person. Aren’t you?
This was like bringing her back to senses .Yes, he was really like a breath of fresh air for her too .She had gone to the bar to relax from the jet lag after her last night's hiatus but then destiny saddled her into another rollicking roller-coater ride.
"Didn't that sentence reflect a very non-impressive pervert pick-up line."
"And didn’t those eyes look more salacious and nymphet like in all those"
"You are a self-obsessed man."
"Better than all those who pray to someone whose existence is even debatable."
"Quite unguillible one."
"In that case i think less than you because seem not to have a ilk of contempt after treating all those guys devilishly"
Truth has its own edges and even whey they kiss you ,it hurts.
"Maybe but sincerely I feel sex is carnal need."
"Shhhh................, please don't confuse in spellings, it’s a cardinal need, and even if it's carnal, can it be more objective?"
"You hear Shania twain i love her song ‘That don't impress me much’."
"Stop hearing such songs and read my words the key to content life is having low expectations in life."
"Stop reading such fucking books and read my words 'the key to content life is having no expectations from others"
"I never made a promise, I proposed of cutting a deal."
"Ha-ha, you are very much focused towards ur need in life."
"Aren't you"
"Maybe not"
"That’s why are u still confused about my deal."
"Not, now I’m not confused."
"God has always been on my side."
"Maybe you're in a little hurry today than in earlier flings with girls, I am sure I don't want it this night."
"Should, I kneel down on my knees and say 'I love you and will you marry me' for fifteen days and on sixteenth day, I know you'll yourself allow me to sneak inside your bed, if you wish i can go that hypocritical."
"That was one of the sweetest proposal, that i could have ever come across, let’s first go for a walk."
"I never understand, when one have such intense, passionate and truthful emotion as sex ,Why do they go for love?"
“Would you like to hear that they are all inferior beings in front of you."
"Honored I am by your words and I think I'm falling for you."
"Excuse me, what you said? Come again."
"What i Said? I said nothing and to know a Man's truth, look into his eyes."
"You know what; you’re also a face in the crowd."
"Are you expecting a Extra-planetary boyfriend? Should we consider this road for walking and there's a medical store on the way? As they say' Better safe than worry'.
"Haha, No we will go into my hostel room, you don't think like all of them that 'A man is all about control, when to breathe in and breathe out'
"Haha, But then you don't think you are changing all this into more adventurous than we need."
"You lucky dog, I don't come cheap, you know I made one to sneak into a unknown building climbing all up to the third floor ,and then allowed him to have his moment of truth, what he felt, over the balcony.
"You should have said that earlier, Think of me as your slave my princess, I’m always there to serve you."
Of all the moment that passed by night, for the first time his eyes were emoting something different, something new maybe a desire to possess something as his own. Is it what they say"? Was he feeling inferior in front of her? Maybe for the first time in his life, he felt maybe 'It's not all about winning'.
They went on talking about everything and most probably nothing .What was noteworthy, seeing them walking down the alley hand in hand, you felt that they were always together in life, they were like two perfectly fitting pieces of jigsaw puzzle, like two perfectly opposite phases of moon, they were two likes, and they were perfectly made for each other. Finally they reached gargi's hostel.
She was walking barefooted having her stilletos in her hand. She did a recce of inside through the gate, then went to one side of the wall, and told him to push her. He had already surrendered as servant.
Sitting stop the wall, she looked into his eyes. At that moment of time, the moon was just behind her. A white gushing light was creating a halo around her, and that light he saw a girl with a pony tail, with eyes which could never have been pretentious, neither had they ever. It was a divine intervention or what, but he knew he had lived till this day for this moment only.Sje could sense everything in his eyes; they were perfectly made for each other couples. She looked into his eyes and said
"I love you."
And jumped on the other side, leaving him behind in darkness contemplating the spots in the moon.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Independent on Sunday
Welcome to circa 2009!The greatest democracy of world is being perforated with new tunes everyday these days with debutantes as well veterans standing up for their mime acts on these tunes,Maybe that's what they say dance of democracy.India goes to its 15th general elections this april.Democracy etymologically finds its root in greek word "demos" meaning people and "cracy" meaning rule .Am I sounding right?Maybe i think we need to further redefine this term in wake of its understanding in the greatest democracy of world.Democracy in this nation corresponds to many a meanings depending upon demography,geography and yes all the KIshores and Rafis.Democracy in this nation means beating up girls by some self-proclaimed religious fundamentalists,parochialism in the name of caste,creed,region,sex and also family,reservation for certain maybe born with wrong title,vandalism against any individual,celebration which any freak in this nation feels can do a harm to collective,specail status to certain state in far north,rape,destruction and violence of any degree against anyone and evryone in the name of whatever,Blah blah blah........The provoking issue is not this wide spread debauchery of society but why when we adopted a system of society's will,we matured into such society.Who is at the fault?The society,the system or the individual.The most expected answer will be individual citing the growing indecency,dishonesy,corruptness and pervertness among them because of greed to achieve more.The urge to excel has died many deaths by the hands of parasites throughout civillazation but then it's not today's topic of discussion but it's democracy.Of all the things the greatest harm has been done by the term democarcy and the great American president Mr Abraham Lincoln.From his dias,Lincoln equivocated "Democracy is government by the people,of the people and for the people'.Here lays the epistemologically roots for the demoralization of a democartic system.A discussion triggered this 'eureka'in me,when i asked two of my accomplice that isn't this Government their's too,they replied in negative as the party they voted for lost the election.I realized how once again the absence of a well defined etymological base has eluded society from a rational evolution.The absence of a definite philosphical realms has allowed the sytem to held collectively each individual as responsible for any fallacies whereas the guilty is just as much responsible as everyone in the society.Democracy in true sense was always a Government of the majority and not of every person ,as it has been presumed till now.The repurcussions of this pretense is to be felt magnimonoiusly in the evolution of our society.A government of the majority is destined to work for establishment of majority biased for them.A government of majority is destined to work for polarization,communalism and ghettosition.In true sense Democracy is a government of the majority,by the power moghuls and for the stakeholders of the power moghul.Of all the institution that was evolved,democracy is unparalled to create a civillazation habituated of being ruled because it keeps people in illusion of being the ruler,being the profiteers and being Independent.Democracy makes one unliable to revolt because Every Government Action in Democracy isn't be for evrone's good but is for someone's good.The "someone' has always remained elusive to everyone.Anywayz of all those Institution, Fascism,Nazism,Anarchism,oligarachism,Monarchy,Democracy has been grafted so eclectically to achieve its motive that it has become omnipresent today without being revealed of its ulterior motive.Hail Democray but today suddenly i am feeling like "independent on sunday"
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Two steps I took for your smile,
one you restrained saying it was still miles
Two wishes i made, one for your pleasure and other to make them everlasting,
one mistake you made never to feel them
Two drops of tears i cried,one in your hapiness ,one when you were sad,
one smile you had thinking it was just care
Two days all i lived ,one with you ,one for you,
and you felt i was never in your view
Two moments all i took to know it's love,
one lifetime was not enough for you to see it in my eyes.
one you restrained saying it was still miles
Two wishes i made, one for your pleasure and other to make them everlasting,
one mistake you made never to feel them
Two drops of tears i cried,one in your hapiness ,one when you were sad,
one smile you had thinking it was just care
Two days all i lived ,one with you ,one for you,
and you felt i was never in your view
Two moments all i took to know it's love,
one lifetime was not enough for you to see it in my eyes.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Resplendent was she,regale in rejoice,
blossomed she today as the most precious to someone's 'my precious,'
reliving was she all the moments of the day to the other rose gone withered lying insolently in the closet,
reminscences of her's emoted soulful rhapsody and merrier walk,
relishing was she moment when they were caressing each other,snuggled together,alighting a piquant polka around,
this valentine she was embossed in history as an accomplice to love,life's greatest bliss,
resuciated was the other,withered maybe she was today,rosy even she was someday,
and her's story was melancholy and grey,
maybe they don't call it love these days,
there was no valentine that day, and nothing special happened at bay,
for the girl it was one-off day,her mood swings were at sway,
he tried to console her,but that infuriated her anyway,
tears rolled down and she asked "do you call this love these days'?'
guilty was he charged for her tears that day, he couldn't have bear that even on doomsday'
plucked a rose from the garden he for her and went away, and just said that
"maybe i don't know what they call love these days."
blossomed she today as the most precious to someone's 'my precious,'
reliving was she all the moments of the day to the other rose gone withered lying insolently in the closet,
reminscences of her's emoted soulful rhapsody and merrier walk,
relishing was she moment when they were caressing each other,snuggled together,alighting a piquant polka around,
this valentine she was embossed in history as an accomplice to love,life's greatest bliss,
resuciated was the other,withered maybe she was today,rosy even she was someday,
and her's story was melancholy and grey,
maybe they don't call it love these days,
there was no valentine that day, and nothing special happened at bay,
for the girl it was one-off day,her mood swings were at sway,
he tried to console her,but that infuriated her anyway,
tears rolled down and she asked "do you call this love these days'?'
guilty was he charged for her tears that day, he couldn't have bear that even on doomsday'
plucked a rose from the garden he for her and went away, and just said that
"maybe i don't know what they call love these days."
Floating on the heaven was i,in his arms
twitching in the air was i,clasping for all of him ,in his arms,
there was a aroma of that unknown yet nostalgic ,in his arms,
i excruciated, inebriated,exalted in his arms,
across the aisle i can sense his pulses,and nothin was in senses ,in his arms
his eyes emanated with my dreams and there was darkness all around in his arms,
he touched,tickled,swivelled,squelched and i was all hers in his arms,
i twisted,creaked,quarelled to be free to effuse in his arms,
because there was universe beyond ,yet i found destiny in his arms.
twitching in the air was i,clasping for all of him ,in his arms,
there was a aroma of that unknown yet nostalgic ,in his arms,
i excruciated, inebriated,exalted in his arms,
across the aisle i can sense his pulses,and nothin was in senses ,in his arms
his eyes emanated with my dreams and there was darkness all around in his arms,
he touched,tickled,swivelled,squelched and i was all hers in his arms,
i twisted,creaked,quarelled to be free to effuse in his arms,
because there was universe beyond ,yet i found destiny in his arms.
There will be mornings when you wont wake up,
and nights when u wll cry,
alleys you will be lost in,
and even those four walls will deny,
shadows will be fearful and reminscences petrify,
hope will become a synonym to despair,
and heart will sing a ode too dry,
some will stop and some may shy,
but few will be pummelled to survive,
because there will be thousands of gone moments alive,
and wishes and words that will drive,
each one of then beautiful enough to ashore whole life.
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