Showing posts from 2004

Repository of some random thoughts

Soulspill The voice of a soul Now whenever do I smell the waft of love, I gonna spread my wings n' fly with it. Maybe, these winds of love may never touch me again. *** Right Fight I am fallin' apart in the most wonderful ways. After that fight, I turned my back to u and started walking, and my heart did the same to me. it walked straight to u. My eyes have burnt themselves with the sweetest of flames of ur vision. My ears are deaf to everything but those once-heard sound of urs. I smell ur movements, ur hair...u. and shut off in a suspended tranquil perception of u. I am touched by the winds from the wings of ur spirit. Even in a fight with u, I find deepest solace in the fact that I have found my equal. That, we two together are all set to the journey of our respective souls, together. ***** the difference The akins Seekin' the light, against the shadowy plight, for the struggle within, & the fight inside. I am far away, from the material delights, By this placid
Musin ' my life The heavy commercialization and the shift of paradigm of morals towards an capitally aggresive society, has led to a huge smoke screen of misplaced faiths and inefficient morals. Advertising has people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need. The things you used to own, now they own you. This Demoralization could have prevented only if we could have had a sound educational system. The education system has done little, to improve the students as a human being. Must children be tought with books alone? Let them look at the stars and the mountains above. Let them look at the waters and the trees and flowers on Earth. Then they will begin to think, and to think is the beginning of real education. They should be encouraged to be curious, to be brave and true. What is done now is to pack the lil' brains with as many facts and figures as possible. The moral an
Lets Be Born Everyday Captive here, Forever, But our hope will be lost Never Hope stems from dreams. Dreams are funny, gossamer-like things. They thrive in the darkness of the night when no one except your innermost self is around to hold them up to the harsh light of reality. But, dreams are essential. In the hard day's night, the hardships, the misery of the day, waft away to a distant planet..far from the pleasant, empowering, sometimes absurd- dreams. Without them, half the world would have killed itself or had thrown the vengeance on others. Dream is an anodyne. And for a hedonist like me, without dreams I wouldn't have been myself. Now, in the past-modern 20th century, it is chic to be cynical and to believe in nothing, except maybe oneself. In this kind of culture, enthusiasm is ridiculed, dreams are blasé and passion is deadly. Those with dreams and the courage to follow them, have what I call passion. Passionate people dare to dream. In life, there are the believer
Aug 19 2004 8:35 pm We almost touch our self-destruction button, every day. And the greater tragedy is that, we celebrate this in our lives through art, the most. It’s a miracle, the co existence of the genius mind with the corrupted and the frail. Art that is the guiding light for many, art that is soul’s food for many, and unfortunately the excuse for many. 22/8/2004 12:55 am Whenever U find a descrepency between ur thought of self and ur actions, check ur premises, u r living a lie. U r making ur self believe a comfortable exit way from the truth, the way to self immolation.. through the tunnel of self pity and favourable assumptions, and considerations of just comfortable truths. This is the greatest sin in the world. the very root of Indian demise. The sin of self immolation, of not trying TRUTHFULLY to rise to ur potentia.Without consideration of the truth or the logic that governs it. With every lie u lend ur hand to, it is pulling u deeper into the quick sand of a world,
6/7/2004 2:40 pm Huge dillema about changing college. With much guilt, and disposal of consious thinking, with concern for a few grands,.. decided to remain in SVMEC. Still feelin' bad about it. I had thought that, instead of spending all those loads of money, lubricating the process of changing college, I could remain in SVMEC, and use that money for better, especially now, Since the construction of our bungalow is going on. It would have saved me about 2 n' a half hour everyday. I could have been able to pack in more...far more. Tennis, Piano. Not that I am giving those up. I would have to work real hard. With my first steps in the college after all these months, I had a sickening feeling. I found myself grinding my teeth at one instant, kicking in air. {Right now a bird came in a tree in front my balcony. I immidiately thought of shooting it down ...:?} The college exudes an air of staleness, everybody here has a loose spirit. No energy. No smiles. Imbecility