Digging for Meaning

I haven't posted much after the above less-than-mediocre post. and i can't even give an excuse of lack of time.. probably, my orkut profile defines me more aptly.. wasted. well.. to keep this rolling, i am digging out the old dirt.. this is one of the early poems i tried to scribble. try to fathom it and let me now, how much u hate it.. Forgive me god, for I've not been worthful. The love u gave in me, I 've not been giving out. The mind u gave birth 2, is still holding itself down. The gifts u hid in me, still lay there unpacked, for I am so polluted, I couldn't see the signs. The thought-machine u fuelled, I steer in wrong directions. It still circumnavigates only around the lone sphere of myself. The sum total of neuron's trains still fight over ambiguous destinations. The me within me is so distant, that I need to remember who I think I am. I keep a mirror on my desk, coz' I cant always remember my face. And I wonder at the mirror of ur creation and what...

strange! i am arguably one of the oldest guys here on blogger, and i hadn't cared to write a profile.. well, i fulfilled the 'karma' now, i guess... neways there was this question while filling up the profile.. were u surprised to c ur toes after removing the shoes for the first time?.... my ans. was mortified! i thought the shoe's failed me.. how could they do this to me.. afterall, i had polished them, nicely weaved their laces...and asked for one thing, to take away my toes.. they couldn't even do that.. worthless shoes.. i thought toes were only to scoop out the sand on a beach. but since we moved inland where it was all 'non scoopable' concrete, i saw no reason to have the toes.. ___ hehe .. :)

There's this lil' thread on orkut to create 3 sentence stories. These were 2 of my scribblings. Give it a read... they won't take much time in any case... 1. and the curtain falls... I never thought, today would be it. It always seemed to loom far away, beyond my reach, or anybody else's. I never thought a blade will change it all. *** 2. day of reckoning was near. The only thing keeping me from getting bald with constant hair splitting was the solace I found in her arms. The least I could do was to hold her hands tight while she delivered our baby to the world. ---- [Its amazing how much strenght and love a woman harbours in that fragile lithe body of their's )

Page 2 The sky was a clear, blue, wide expanse of sheer rapture. There was not a cloud in sight. The bright blue of the sky abruptly sprung forth over the insurmountable violet violence of Virat Mountains in the west. The jagged edges of which, diving upwards were, as if, fighting for space. They bore the crimson evidence of their ego. The emerald sparkle of the dense foliage at the foot of Virat, were defiantly beaming, because the sun had long risen over the Virat, and they had plenty of time before they would close down, with the dawn of starry night. These plants had large saucery aperture. Their leaves coalesced in divine surrender to their one god – the sun. The saucers would collect the ‘sundrops’, their staple food, which the sun incessantly spewed out. A white blazing mist stayed afloat over the greenery for most of the day. Between this pool of sundrops, and the thick layer of mist, prickly bolts would spring up. This kept most other insects and animals away from the pool, a...

Its a beautiful day, isn't it? SIBM gives me a call, Girls do too, I am getting a lil' attention over the net due to my stories and stuff, .. and I have nothing to do for a while. COol. So lets patchup the long gap when i wasn't here, with a new story that I am writing. This one, I have put up on a group too, and hopefully this story could grow in a symbiotic way, with varied inputs.. It remains to be seen. But first, have a c at the first page of this 'novella' ... page 1 Boroks had an amusing job. They had to give heed to any signs of new 'births'. They would scout the new births, feed them their first supper and help them to stand on their feet. It was the only thing they knew to do. They had big ears, round eyes, strong and long arms, wide and stodgy feet and no teeth. They had a mouth but only to yawn. They lived off 'work'. The faster they would work, the more energetic they would feel. A borok confined is a borok dead. ___________ Ardin ...

august 19th 2005 Rakshabandhan 1429 I had decided not to waste any more time on this, but since when was I so strongminded! anyways, there's a lot that I realise every now and then,that shapes me, my life. And Its only right if I chronicle these very ideas, so that at any given day of my life, I dont find myself to be a void, a blank; to find myself a firm ground, knowing where I started, whats assimilated, whats sheded. and where I stand now. **** Its been few weeks, I havent listened to English Music. I am more n more returnig to Hindi. Most probaby, b'coz I am trying to learn a few things about singing myself :). **** Its a disappointing result this time around ,too. Well, I am all clear, but still, all I got is 51%. One improvement is the fact that, I wasnt surprised! **** I have a new theory. Of power and goodness. If u see our history, the geopolitical situation around us now, Its clear that its 'good' overall if the power is given to the powerful, o...

CultUth, is a club of about 20 science, engg, arts students who have planned a event at the gate of RYK college, Nasik, India, on 8th jan 2005 through out the day. The nature of the event is a 'canvassing' program whereby, we would facilitate to the youth of Nasik to send their feelings to the tsunami hit people of south India. Also, we are collecting money and blankets and sending it to te affected area, with the help of RedCross. Let ours brothers and sisters there know that 'We feel for U'. Let this be known. Also, this event would act as a jumpstart of a new think-tank where we want to build a contingency system for nasik, whereby we could respond to any disaster within minutes. Also, we would like to help the tsunami hit area of south-east asia in the way of logistic support, and management of resources.. anything, just let us know. groups.yahoo.com/group/cultuth