Thursday, May 26, 2011

I know thats not right

The human character, however sophisticated it gets, is mired by the natural penchant for irregularities. Being stable, that too for long is not among the rampant distribution of WBC and the RBC in the volatile mixture of our life in the extreme right color of the spectrum. We breathe inside the covered sheets under the thralldom of Entropy, which roots out of the thermodynamic text books of class XIIth Physics and grows into us, without even letting us know. The randomness, the irregularity is the ultimate answer to the ultimate question. Who says, its 42?.. its Entropy.

By that I mean the natural desire to do wrong things, or not to do things in the right manner. How easily a well educated man (at least looking like one) defies the green light and flashes his insouciance about the rules and crosses the road with a slight waiver his royal hand, expecting the kilometer long chain of cars to stop just because his lazy ass cannot wait at the other side till the light turns red. I sometimes feel like slapping one or two of them. These irritable little creatures are actually the ones who causes harm. The ones who know the rule and yet commit a mistake just for the sake of a minutes convenience are the demons of the society. It is for them that the hurdles are brought up in lush green fields. It is for them that a 50 crore foot bridge remains vacant while the road below is clogged with cars because people don't have time or patience to climb up. I hate those kind of people and I hate myself for not being able to do anything. I tried to stop one of the passerby who tried and to conjure the art of crossing road with a single waiver of his w-hand. In reply, he said , "arre bhai, sabb chalta hai".. and quiet easily he crossed the road without hearing the silent curses of the drivers who had to stop.
This is the case every where.. Not only in political matters, but also in our personal lives, I believe its in our very nature to be unclean and disorganized. I get reminded of a hindi chapter, "naakhun kyun badhte hai" according to which there resides a devil in each one of us, which keeps us reminding of its presence every now and then, but it is the man in us who finally triumphs.
Well I may be too pissed off to write about this small incident, but when you come to think about it, it is actually a matter of grave concern.
Well.. I expect the better educated ones reading this are the ones who disparage such acts of intellectual's stupidity and spread the word.

Friday, May 20, 2011

An epigamic experiment

The Drill

As I stomp down the ropes of venality, 
feeling like a droll and challenging the innate agoraphobia 
with the drops of sweat emanating from the glands of my forehead, 
trying to cool off the monster inside, 
I try to cull the broken pieces to balance myself on this tight rope and 
look forward to the destination which seems more kabbalistic with every passing day. 
The inchoate cry of the distant dream beckons a lot 
A lot of attention, but then suddenly, 
with a single burst of the sullen sky, things fall apart.
Things get washed away..
And a new day rises, from the east of the chimerical grin..
From the collusion of the difference..
From the dearth of temerity..
I search for a company, not to share the hapless flame
But just to know..
Because it hurts even more if you know you're the only one hurt..
Strange am I to do things that I know shouldn't be done..
Stranger I am, doing it again..
But will I ever try to look inside and kill the demon?
The demon which stymies the growth of God?
The demon who feeds from my blood and flesh?
Will I ever try to kill you demon?
A demon that has become my very own loved part?

Sunday, May 08, 2011

United Breweries.. ;P

Sometimes you have to crush good things to get something better...

talking about pent up emotions is a big deal indeed.. Because its never easy to clear a dirt so consolidated that it has become a part of your body.. Its like bursting balloons inside ones artery to prevent one from myocardial infarction.. But its something that needs to be done anyways to continue living..
Communication is a weapon God has given us to remain light weighed.. otherwise why the hell did some undressed, meat eaters find the need to draw stupid pictures upon their cave walls.. have you ever wondered?. why didn't they find anything worth their time?. were they stupid?. No they were not..They wanted to communicate, not only within themselves, but also with their future generations.. they wanted to put their points forward.. wanted to feel and considered important...
With time, our emotions have evolved as well.. We have started to feel more pain... I sometimes wonder why has polygamy has become more or less obsolete these days, is it because of the law or because the 1st wife has become more vocal about her feelings, sharing her only husband with another woman.. This is why communication has gained a lot of importance.. pent up emotions are not kept in the interior anymore.. they are conveyed at the right time, and to the right ears..
However difficult it seems, we should let our feelings vent out and let the other person know about our preferences.. otherwise even an insignificant small conflict today may result in a catastrophe tomorrow and we will reach a point of no return.. a point where every feeling ceases to strike the right chord... we should by any means avoid that situation to grow.. cut the problem in the bud.. And I believe that the united brewery of pain and sorrow, will be cherished for the times to come..
So Lets Speak Up..