Marooned........

I am marooned in an 80 sq ft room with a cell phone and a galore of books. The contradiction in my statement is intentional...marooned with a cell phone!!!!! But its true. Though the cell phone connects me to the external seasoned world........there lies no help...no aid at all!!!!! I used to shout my throat out..... I waited for a silver lining.... a slimmer of hope...a heeding ear...a helping hand.... but in vain!!!! Indeed a belie........!!!!!

The books colligates me to the virtual world... a castle made of dreams.....but so untrue. I am fed up of dreaming....I am sick of believing that these lifeless creatures will evince me how to live a better life.....

I know that on the far side of the door, there is light... there is a Brobdingnagian world waiting to be conquered...... but something is coercing me and drawing me back from opening the door...... an inconspicuous and invisible force called my conscience...... its confining me inside the four walls......... I wish to break the shackles........ I wish to be free........... I wish the light to illuminate me....... 

I am waiting for a storm to sweep me by my feet and turn me upside down and make my life a different one..... a complete metamorphosis.....!!!!

Not to be continued.............. THE END!!!!!

God save God's own Land....

I was absoultely beguiled when I read an article in The New India Express dated 31st July 2008 titled "When the going gets tough, the tough..........run and hide" The article has been penned in reference to the recent bomb scare that sent shock waves across our city. The author Manoj K Das has used irony as a weapon to deal with the so called patriots of our state. He has raised a lot of questions for the politicians and even the common man to cogitate about. (I consider politicians not as common man but a class well below them).

Manoj doesn't leave any stone unturned in indirectly criticizing all the political outfits. He enquires where the khadi clad young turks, the young comrades and the saffron brave hearts were, when the state was sweating in the bomb scare last week. He ridicules them for doing a vanishing act at the time of need.

Not only does he give a subtle hint about the all-weather protest by the young turks against the Class vii text book but also does not forget to compliment the comrades who did a wonderful act by smoking the godmen and women out of their spiritual heavens. He says that we had watched with pride when these young politicians tore off one mask after the other. But none of them were seen helping the cops or the common people to search for the explosives. He chips in that we all expected at least the saffron brave hearts to build a human wall in between the explosives and an innocent life.

He again raises a question about what happened to Hindu leaders, Church Pontiffs and Moulavis who were worried about the threat to the secular fabric by a text book.

He concludes by saying that all those people, both political and spiritual, are used to shadow boxing and are weak-hearted that they crumble at the first sign of danger.

And in response to the article, Dr. Titus Sankaramangalam has rightly pointed that even a mosquito can wreck the state...keep apart bombs. He says that the curious thing about the scare was none of the politicians called for their ultimate weapon- The Hartal. Satirically, he exclaims that the hartal is the perfect safety device!!!!!!!!

Kudos to Manoj and Dr. Titus for trying to bring the attention of the people to such a shady contradiction. Five thumps up for both of them for their wry but strong statements.

To wind up, I would like to quote Manoj's lines..... "God save God's own land"

I Truly Object........!!!!!

All these days, I have been writing poems and my complex thoughts. Now I have a sudden realization that I should write down whatever that is going through my mind. I decided to give it an attempt and to see what comes up......

At present, the situation around me is not so encouraging. Both, my personal as well as professional life is at a stand still. I want something new..... new means a new environment... a change from the routine..... i know that everybody experiences such things through out their life's.... but when it comes to self, its quite disturbing..... we tend to lose interest in things around us.....

My senior manager for the last 3.5 years is being shifted to a different department..... I thoroughly understand the undercurrents.... but I can do nothing but accept whatever is happening....a feeling of helplessness. He was a man with deep compassion for the fellow beings, be it his colleague, friend or anybody around. A committed man... married both to his organization and his job.... he was instrumental in retaining many employees in the company..... and the price that he had to pay for his commitment, which I believe, is truly dissentient and objectionable. And I want to say this to all you deaf ears.......... "what you did now is fallacious and shows extreme callowness!!!!!!!!!!

Confidence

I am only one, but still I am one;
I cannot do everything,
but still I can do something;
and because I cannot do everything,
I will not refuse to do something that I can do....

-Edward Everett Hale

Lesson

Every instance of heartbreak can teach us powerful lessons about creating the kind of love we really want.

Zeitgeist

In sync with the spirit of the time..........the spirit characteristic of an age or generation.........the spirit so unaltered, so unchanged!!!!!

At first, I never believed in it.... tried not to cogitate about it and never ever tried to abide by it....i consider this as lack of perception, intuition and imagination....

Then I realized that this spirit is true and unfeigned. True to the core.... completely innocent and impeccant.... gentle and docile....

I made up my mind and decided to pursue this spirit. I waited for the dawn to hold me with its golden fingers...... to hug me gently and to feel comfortable in its bosom.....to experience the lovely feeling which i have heard about.....and wished that it will exculpate me...... but its always late when the realization dawns on me......

and then it was morning....

Pushing the river

Pushing the flowing river

Severely burnt, severely crushed
I stand here with nothing to earn
loosely tied, perpetually disfigured
I stand here mentally opaqued

Lonliness, I say is a blessing to me
but bane to many who detest it
living life is a burden to me
and that is how I wanted it to be..........

Rendezvous problem

Rendezvous problem

''Two young people have a date in a park they have never been to before. Arriving separately in the park, they are both surprised to discover that it is a huge area and consequently they cannot find one another. In this situation each person has to choose between waiting in a fixed place in the hope that the other will find them, or else starting to look for the other in the hope that they have chosen to wait somewhere.

If they both choose to wait, of course, they will never meet. If they both choose to walk there are chances that they meet and chances that they do not. If one chooses to wait and the other chooses to walk, then there is a theoretical certainty that they will meet eventually; in practice, though, they would need an infinite amount of time for it to be guaranteed. ''

Now the question is...... should I walk or juz wait...........

The African Lesson

"The African Lesson"

"Every morning in Africa, a deer wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.........,
Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest deer or it will starve to death.......,
It doesn't matter whether you are a lion or a deer....when the sun comes up, you'd better be running...........!!!"

For the past quarter of a dozen years, I have been running slower than the slowest deer...... Its high time to sharpen my faculties and exhort for an ultimate renaissance..... rise like a phoenix from the ashes of desolation....!!!!

My pyre is already decorated....... decorated with insane manifestations of imbecile beings.... whose strategies and approach seems harebrained and cretinous....!!!!

Its time for a dash....a final sprint towards the long forgotten goals...... a lam from the imbroglio and pandemonium....... and the much wanted inspiration imbibed from "The African Lesson"!!!!!!

The handicapped turtle.........

The handicapped turtle.........

Everyday I wake up to realize tht nothing is the same..everything seems to be a lot different... I wonder what is in store for me each day..!!!

I wake up to a blue light blinding my vision, I could hear some loud music vociferating in my ears as if an earphone is plugged in.... I try 2 remove it frm my ears but the effort was in vain and the music continued 2 flow endlessly.... I tried to close my ears but the music persisted .......a perpetual earphone was plugged in to my ears.....

I continued to search 4 things that will make me happy... though I realize tht there is nothing called ultimate happiness but only intermittent impulses of happiness!!!!

Sometimes I feel vulnerable....so vulnerable to desires, to passions, to emotions, to love and much more.... sometimes I feel so fragile, so delicate, so brittle... even the slightest vibration can damage my soul.... I wonder why I am putting on an unbreakable, hard and opaque cover all over me.. when i am so easily ramified and annihilated by even a gentle vibe... voluntary or involuntary..!!!!

This might be another masterpiece created by the Ultimate Hand.... who also gave forms to the turtle and the oyster....!!!!

And here He made a handicapped turtle........!!!!!!