Monday, May 22, 2006

The ides of MArch...

In the ides of March:

There are certain happenings in our life that happen and it leaves an imprint so much
that we when reminded of it, feel a wave of happiness. Hey readers, dont runaway this
is not any sentimental stuff, but a light humor of sorts(if one).

Mid march, what else but exams where looming large and the sun was sriking heavily with its
meteorical eyes, the humidity for its sake was doing its job perfectly. Madras, march , exams what
a good combination should have been a perfect time to sleep. But not so , the boy had been presented
a cap by his father and he wanted to have a use, so he had ordered his battalion to be ready
for the mission(game of cricket @ 3). Seems a very normal day in the offing but is it, lets see.
The history had always wondered would it remain the same one, so is it to be rewritten or altered.
The pitch was the newly perfectly laid raid new road as the elections of 96 were just over.
The curator(the boy himself) was happy of it. They always played opposite to old vacant house, whatelse but
to escape from the scolding of the houseowners. As far as all had known the house was vacant for
the last 6 months. The members arrived braving the heat and their parents.

The stumps
drawn on the wall and toss been won
the jubilient boy allowed himself to bat. It was a like a platter for him to bat as the
worst bowler bowled the ball and the basman gave a wild swing at the first ball and it
landed where else but the house in front of him. He jumped the small wall that beleaguered the house
and resumed his search for the ball. As he lost the patience he ordered for reinforcemnet
to aid him in his search. As the friend was about to jump for the search, there was a some hustle
and some faint noise , which took itself a form of a canine. The whit pomeranian(dog), now started its
its loud bark was for sure after the boy. The fluids of his nose released, hanging the boy
started yelling " help" "help". Three rounds were complete and finally when the
canine was about to achieve its objective, the dog's owner rescued the boy(the dog).
Then he knew that the house had been occupied and they had ceaser the dog.The boy was none
other than me. Ceaser could ve easily rewritten the history book, by taking revenge for
the centuries of pent up anger. I felt like yelling at caeser " I am not brutus, et tu ceaser"

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Desire

"I motor the very yearn for excistence"
Started to quoth the blasphemous force,
"Waves and me are of a kind mirage
We always start again as we end".
"The mammoth hunger i leave behind
never agrees to cease or satiate".
"The raging fire which I am,
Always have an appetaite for more".
"I am desire the route cause for evils"
The reverie which ended, jolted my senses
The vision though advised me against,
I cant stop to desire thee.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Some Random Thoughts....

HORIZON

The travel by the train was hard and I was looking out of the window when I suddenly saw patches of light smeared across the wide open sky. Then in a vacant mood I was looking closely @ the sky where I was able to observe that the light formed a pattern of it own which was difficult to understand & magnificent as I thought it might have a strange mysterious purpose of its own. The level of thought ascended to higher levels, feeling which I never felt again and was difficult to make the other people understand As a matter of fact I was not able to recollect what I felt and it got lost into caves of my mind. These thoughts are entities that make us wonder the mystery that the nature has bound within itself and which when unwound by the unique ability of the mystery machine that is mind. These things led to a lot of questions within me , I tried to balance the mind by trying to answer the questions which were posed by the machine. Hey I was unable to find the answer to those questions and mind slipped into a meta-stable state .Hey then I understood that once we strech the level of our mind, the stable portion of our mind gets disturbed and this is why the people always try to attain a stable state & fit themselves to the place rather , change the place according to them.

Where did the light originate??

The lights coming from an unknown source (sun ) but whats the pattern all about. It was the horizon that was responsible for all . Whats the end of the view our eyes can see . Whats the farthes poin one can comprehend. The answer to all the above questions remain to be the horizon. So if the person could reach the horizon of one’s imagination will he able to attain the happiness. Solitude is the horizon of happiness, Stability is the horizon of one’s mind. Happines is the horizon of one’s life Most of these questions remained very contradictory to one another. Then , an inner voice told me as you move the horizon keeps extending so horizon is the horizon of itself.

Whats the purpose of the light???

I wondered what purpose did the light emante for . I was unable to find a fiiting reply to the question . It was particualry very difficult to find out the meaning for things happening. We think the world is composed of the human race and is created for the purpose of sustaining the human race and is there in its place to be spoiled and toyed around by us . This is the horizon of the thinking . The patience is a key element which we lack . Learn from the nature that even the evening has the patience to last 8 minutes longer for the sun rays to recede and the morning also posses the patience of the same time to have the first rays adorn the soil . This is the horizon of patience.
And the light conspired with the nature in finding the horizon of my thoughts.

Absence

Absence!

Never he treads his path alone,
Today, the closest companion was missing,
His pal, shadow was lost,
Groping in the dark he wondered where it was
"Is darkness the absence of light?"

He had endured it(pain) for a long time
It had made him autistic.
Finally, one day he laughed,
This had never happpened before,
The pain here was just the absence of laughter.

The place had remained the same,
until they met on a particular day,
All happened in an instant,
The machine his life was blaring in full vigor,
"How his life would be complete in absence of her?"

The Giant Millipede

I found myself lost on the winding platform,
Where, I felt a sudden pang,
But the distant rumbling had to confirm ,
Followed by a blaring horn, the arrival of the timeless traveller.

Its mere presence sent a feeling of warmth,
That seeped right into my bones, but?
The countenance of the iron mammoth let
my heart ask 'Are you intimate to me or intimidating me?'

A flurry of questions probed my mind,
The tough one queried its gender,
An inner voice said "brute force is typical of men!',
Nevertheless the rocking iron maiden told me the opposite.

Hey! are you a kin the Ganges?
'The lifeline of our city;
Flowing forever from one end to the other',
Our banks enriched with the concrete jungles.

The hawkers and the beggars are a part of you,
They reveal us of the life's unkind face,
Now I remember my words of my father's wisdom,
"Son, things are there to be learnt beside books".

As I alight, now I am nostalgic,
Have you not conspired me in making friends,
You reassure me that all have goals to meet,
And they all do tread different paths.

Then a kid saw you, exclaimed "giant millipede'
'Hey, aren't you just a copy of the nature?',
We men have limited ability
To just imitate the big hand's small creation!