Writing - The Wine of Forever

"The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in the space of memory. Some things have been lost forever, other things will perhaps be remembered again, and still other things have been lost and found and lost again. There is no way to be sure of any this.Only thing you can be sure of is that pen you're holding can never stop. It goes on and on." ~Paul Auster 

Important things are tough to say and yet there are things that needs expression and array of well sorted words. They should be dealt with finesse and perfection. But, we often fall short of words at the very moment when we need them most and then we feel like cheated by all things we ever read and the things we ever said. The way we feel is the result of complex permutations and combinations. Affected mostly by the situation and the person involved. Sometimes we write because it can't be said. By writing them down we breathe a life in those lifeless notions buried deep down somewhere in my mind. Intense obsessions which we never share with anyone can not find a better outlet then writing.... Writing is like an obsession. Once you get the hang of it... it lasts forever. As Franz Kafka says- Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. !!!

I often fail
in scribbling the
exact mentation
imbuing in my area of grey.
Cryptic by its very nature,
it's buried deep, I say.
It surfaces off and on
leaves footprints
along the way.

Half said, much unsaid.
ship of my endless tales,
sails forward and away.
It cruises to unknown realms,
loopholes to misled.
When left with nothing to say
I scribble them down, any way.

Wherever I go
there's so much, I've
in my head, to cram
to think, to hush away.
Facts, figures, feelings, 
emotional broodings
juggling along the paths
routing, converging all over
paths of neural highways.

Some shreds are lost,
few I prefer to hide around.
Holding them off,
for right moment and time.
Care not, of what I say
rambling around in midst
of jumbled words.
Scribbling them down, my way.

Image courtesy: By: Prachi Karnawat @http://karnawatprachi.blogspot.in/

 Merry Christmas and a very very Happy New Year to everyone :)

Merry Christmas !!

My Wish for you all  :)

I hope that the days come easy

and the moments pass slow,
And each road leads you 

where you want to go. 

~ Rascal Flatts

What strange creatures Brothers are !!!

Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Not in how they act. 
Not in how they make us feel
Just in what they are. 
~ Markus Zusak 
Such a relationship I share only with one person, my archenemy, my bro !!

 

He's quirk 

stupid, annoying but darling 

to my heart.

There's hardly any subjects

on which our ideas match.

If he picks anything

I'll run with my ultra-speed

to snatch it back. 

Like opposite poles of

a magnet, we cannot part.

Numeric equivalent of 

our differences, 

off the charts. 

Messing with your head

No need of others, its

exclusive right of mine. 

I say black, you shout white

Can never go to sleep 

without buzzing "Good Night".  

No matter how big you grow 

and how complicate our 

lives become. I'll keep 

kicking your ass

and make sure

you keep kickin mine :P     

Pandora's Key

Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.” ― Tennessee Williams

In Control

There are things which are in our control and then there are so many which are not. I believe the list of latter will be a lot longer then the former one, because that's how we all feel.. trapped, controlled like some lifeless puppets of some show. But, in spite of all that, we all have a healthy appetite for having CONTROL in our lives. Since the men (and women) have stepped up in the ladder of evolution 'control' over almost everything has been the bone of contention and, with no exceptions, everyone wants to taste it. If not absolute then even a small bite of it works too. 

Desire to have control over decisions, resources, people around you (specially the related ones), ideas (and everything else a human mind is capable of conceiving of) is the reason of what we are today and what we are capable of doing. Civilizations been flourished, great Kings walked this very earth on which you and I are standing, we have public administration, we live in a society, we have constitution, we negotiate, we trade, we follow rules, we have our own codes n procedures...  WHY ?? Because someone, somewhere had this idea of  having some CONTROL.

What's the world's greatest lie?... It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate.

~Paulo Coelho

Why do we always crave for having Control.. or are we always controlled by others.. Does someone else holds the script of your actions or is it altogether a different tale ??

In control, 

of the things you do,

or you will.

Is someone else holding the pen ?

when you indite,

or it's you, who is guiding you.

Variables and attributes

grants, adjustments or rebukes 

all that's happening around..

is a part of Grand Design 

or it's just you. 

Who decides what's redundant 

what's not ?

roam around, fly free

or sit in a place and rot. 

Distracting puzzling ideas

to confuse,

or the building blocks 

of the road you choose.

Strings are pulled up 

or pushed down

difference, hardly counts.

All the path that leads here 

has been crafted by you 

nothing's a chance 

it's all what you muse 

There are times when you feel 

satisfied and content,

sometimes, you just pretend. 

Napolean rightly says- You are the master of your destiny. You can influence, direct and control your own environment. You can make your life what you want it to be. All you need is 'CONTROL'. 

Animal Inside

Human Beings, top notch species of  Darwinian evolution. We proudly  wrongly consider ourselves much more cultured, developed and intelligent than any other. We have families, relationships, industries, transportation facilities, communication etc. We care, love, share, enjoy and what not. One can write a full length novella on this. But, sometimes we get to see the flipside of this evolved species. These days newspapers are full of such incidences where a person who looks like us, sometimes very familiar to us does something so horrific that mere thought of it creeps you inside out. 

Suddenly, you feel like somewhere deep down that animal instinct is still there. It's just dormant deep within us. But, somewhere somehow it gets activated in few godforsaken individuals. 

Filth that moves around 

stealthily, silently

triggers neurons, 

makes someone do... 

unhealthy, nasty things.

An animal, lives inside,

hides behind the face.

Lurks, leaves no trace

fakes so perfectly,

elegance, love and grace.

Contaminated throughout

Poisonous nails.. 

that grow inwards.. 

Waiting for semaphore..

that opportune hour.

Jump out.. 

Shed the skin 

do the act 

seize the moment 

Go back with 

routine things..

Some say 

Blame it on TV 

others say, its the.. 

growing culture 

and vogue that surrounds..

Few say 

its the dormant beast 

that takes over.. 

that transforms someone 

into an animal.. 

Which we thought was 

lost in evolution..

I don't think we ever lost that animal instinct. It's there in everyone. But, with time we somehow learned to tame it. History is full of such human- beasts and animals who gave us enough reasons to keep this uncontrollable, brutal genetic power in check. Unfortunately, when I look at the incidents that are happening all around I wonder.... Is animal really under control ??

STRANGERS, are they ??

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine them, and imagine that they must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you. ― Frida Kahlo

Are we all so different 

or somewhere, 

at some levels we are 

just the same. 

Variations added

just to confuse us..because

beneath the melanin, 

apparatus.... just the same. 

Ideas differ, peculiarities do exist 

even roads we take are different.

But, someone is always there 

with whom vibrations, perfectly match. 

Are we all not dreamers 

We all are, achievers. 

Are we all not sad, or in a way 

are we all not mad ??

After hot, there is winter cool,

within us there's a wise, a fool. 

Few emotions we can never tame.. 

Because, we're just the same. 

I realize, we are not so different..

a misguided concept we grow up with

We all need love, 

We all care for friends, because

we're just the same.  

 

In From The Shadows

People who are not listed and labeled anywhere. They do meager work so that they can get handful of meal at the end of the day. Living simplest of life one can imagine and they are nameless and faceless shadows, nobody remembers them. They come and walk past. Least contribution to economy, yet forms the biggest part of it - INFORMAL SECTOR.

ILO defines this in the 1970s:
“Survival activities and those working in the marginal or peripheral segments of the economy forms the informal sector”

The National Sample Survey Organization (NSSO) OF India carried out a sample survey in 1999-2000 and its results showed that out of total workforce of 397 million, only 28 million workers are employed in the organized sector and remaining in the unorganized sector.

These hapless people are pauperized by the circumstances. Forced to keep on living like this. For them crossing that line of 'Great Divide' is close to impossible. Often exploited at the hands of fate they are further abused by the so called "middle-class" and "high-class" educated humanoids. Most of  the times these poor fellow don't even realize that how their rights fundamentals rights are breached every single day because they don't know what on earth Fundamental Rights are.

We don't need charities and policies that are drafted just to increase the weight of paper. We need this sector be organized.. seems impossible but at least we can take a step. Let's not pulverize their already shattered lives. 


Would love someday to see this world devoid of ills like poverty, unemployment and  hunger etc. In the words of Yunus Khan -Once these atrocities are gone, we'll need to build museums to display its horrors to future generations. They'll wonder why poverty, hunger, unemployment continued so long in human society - how a few people could live in luxury while billions dwelt in misery, deprivation and despair. 

Let's not leave them alone, lost in shadows instead let our hearts of stone become heart of flash by learning where these outcasts weeps ~  Brennan Manning 

Organized Chromosomal Chaos - Cancer

If I could find a way
To soothe your troubled mind
Then I would erase your fears
And help you to unwind.
I would ease the burden
That you carry everyday.

 ~Eurythmics

A College Vagabond

The World Is Too Much With Us

Hey Compadres !!!

Big Hello.. 

and wish you all a very very happy friendship day :)

The kind of friendship we share is very very special.. different from all other kinds we have.
We don't know each other but bonding is as strong as it can :)

I find myself very lucky that I get to know so many wonderful people across the globe.
I'd like thank each and every one of you.. !!

Apologies for not being active on Blogosphere.. caught up right in middle of exams and studies and what not.. Miss this place and you guys badly.. :(
will write as soon as I can..
till then Take care
Enjoy !!!
XOXO
 

All meanings, we know...

There exists a great chasm between people to people, on one side, who relate everything to a single, universal, organizing principle in terms of which alone all that they are and say has significance--and, on the other side, those who pursue many ends.Their thoughts are scattered or diffused, moving on many levels, seizing upon the essence of a vast variety of experiences and objects for what they are in themselves, without, consciously or unconsciously.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

~ George Elliot.

 Its all there in what one thinks at individual level.Thinking which is more like an abstract painting, with all sorts of scrambled shapes and colors emerging from those peculiar personal semantics whose significations are different for everyone.

  

Devil is here.

No, its not.

Its there.

Where it is ?

Is it there in details ??

or there in those nanny tales ??

I say nay.

It's not 

anywhere.

Its there

in the gray matter.

splattered across the walls 

walls of.. 

Sophisticated trained

altered -brains. 

Biased, tainted

painted they are

with atypical 

renditions n restrains.

Aye or Nay

But things were

never black n white

they were always 

Gray.

Fuzzy logic

all the way.

every one got 

a different say.

Is It Easy to Hate ?

There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder ~George Eliot

There's no law in this whole universe that inculpates anyone for hatred or coldness at heart. Hate, word in itself is so repulsive. Is it ??

It's there in the very fabric of our functioning. We can hate almost everything, we hate people, we hate rules, routines, schedules, authority....

some type of people, style of clothing, way of walking, tone of talking....

peachy behavior, mean relatives, stalking eyes, stingy sarcasm, poky neighbors, outwitting friends...  Sometimes ourselves...

All we need is a teeny-weeny reason to not to like and then sempiternal bragging and crooning is all we seek..

I am not talking about the intense, grudge-type hate but small and unworthy ones. Is it easy to hate than to love and forgive. Its so disgusting to have to befriend someone who have insulted you back in the time...... exasperation is at its height when you set to fake that perky, endearing gestures just to make sure that your alleged decorum is upheld.. When hating seems so alluring.. forgiveness and friendliness are tough choices to make.

Hatred observes with more care than love does

Colossal Chagrins and errs

inflicted pain, intentional blunders

those hefty hours of aspersions

rounds of fake flattery

stingy scuttlebutts

Relive all

the moments, the feelings

as our eyes connect

those memoirs

forthwith, more intact..

People say, love connects.. it mints relations. It spreads... its viral.  It conquers all and its powerful and divine, so does hate too. I've seen people bonding over common hatred. Making friends for common enemy. Chehov says- Nothing better forges a bond of love, friendship or respect than common hatred toward something.

The People's violent Love and Hate;
One in extremes loved and abhorred.
Riddles lie here; or in a word,
Here lies Blood; and let it lie
Speechless still, and never cry..

~ John Cleveland

Polarity of love and hate: 

Extreme opposites... yet very alike sometimes. Freudian theory suggests that in human relationships hate is frequently a forerunner of love, but also that in many circumstances hate changes into love and love into hate. 

Why Hate ??

Can there be any answers...can  the lust of hate ever be quelled ? Is it the crumbling walls of courage and strength or the qualms of loosing liberty and penetralias of your heart ? 

We hate what imperils our income, our popularity, our amour propre and our dreams and inspirations and our plans for ourselves ??

If we can isolate and nail this element of "what we hate" and "why" will we be able to cease from hating ??

Smoking Kid

A custom loathsome to the
eye, hateful to the nose,
harmful to the brain,
dangerous to the lungs,
and in the black, stinking
fume thereof nearest
resembling the horrible
Stygian smoke of the pit
that is bottomless.”

~James I of England

Everyone knows the risks and hazards, yet Nicotine is one of the most prominently used stimulant drug in 21st century across the world and amongst all ages and races. Intake by youngsters is escalating at alarming speed.
Its a favorite time pass and stress buster among them. Turn around in public and see boys and girls holding that filthy piece of crap in hands basking in the midst of unhealthy serpentine smoke and screwing their lungs up.

What's so delectable, enticing and bewitching in it ? 

What makes it so strong that each and every bone in the body crave for that one pot. 

One more and.. just once more leads to severe addiction which does nothing but damage to the body.

Never really got the gratifying explanation for this question... just wispy excuses and lame answers. 

  

Smoking Kid: Its a video going viral online. Video is a Thai government initiative in which a kid casually comes near a smoking person and asks- " Can I get a light ? " Appalling reply by almost everyone- "Don't you want to live and play?"  Go away.. 

Now again the question arises when they know how calamitous this act is... still 

why continue to puff that smoke away ???

Why not stop ?? 

Novelty Seeking: 

A jargon coined by people who love to try new things, apparently in this case people with impulsive nature, risk loving guys and girls, and individuals with high need for stimulation. I say... to hell with this kind of novelty and experimentation. There are far better ways to experiment and feel good and there exists in society many institution that encourages and supports this so called novelty.

 Have you ever experienced
the snuff sensation
yet? Wow, it’s heady stuff.

C'mon try it once.. 

Try this time.. 

Don't be a coward.. 

If you ever here such advice and taunts again... 

Don't give in..  

Physical Dependence: 

Once a person becomes addicted he/she can become physically dependent on nicotine. Scenes of frustration and desperation are common when it comes to withdrawal. Its not like one doesn't want to get rid of it... but most of them give up in short/long time.  

Thank heaven, I have
given up smoking again!
. . . God! I feel fit.
Homicidal, but fit. A
different man. Irritable,
moody, depressed, rude,
nervy, perhaps; but the
lungs are fine.... 

These are the words of a person who was successful in getting rid of it... 

Somebody has rightly said that "Cigarettes are killers that travel in packs."

Why not we just ban it ? What good it is doing to society ??

Nothing at all... Gone are the days of Columbus when Nicotine was accepted widely as having medical therapeutic value... Now Science & Technology is advanced and equipped enough to survive without such toxic medication. 

Anna Quindlen famous columnist rightly says that-

Whether talking about addiction, taxation [on cigarettes] or education [about smoking], there is always at the center of the conversation an essential conundrum: How come we're selling this deadly stuff anyway?

Smoking Kid forces everyone to think that why this tinker's dam Nicotine still exists ??

Thai Health Promotion Foundation- Smoking Kid

 

Use and Abuse

No animal ever invented anything as bad as drunkenness or as good as a drink ~Lord Chesterton

Picture of sorry state of affairs and its paradoxical nature is displayed in the above statement, and if you apply an interdisciplinary approach in its analysis then soon enough you'll realize that such contradictory situations are all around and are more commonplace than we actually think.This intricate web of oddities exists at all levels. Be it psychological, physical, historical, political, cultural, social or biological, medical.

Book in which I read above quote was on Drugs: Use and Abuse. It emphasizes the idea that a drug's effects depend not only on its properties, but also on the biological and psychological characteristics of its user and if observed deep enough the same modus operandi manifests at all levels. 

Religion which is considered as the driving force of humanity. Not a single soul on this earth left unswayed by it. It acts an inspiration for good and a healthy life, gives us a reason to believe in something higher and divine. Defines the rules of good and evil, but this same notion of religion when twisted can take horrific and atrocious forms. It has the potential to manipulate psychosis of masses in gruesome ways. History is full of such instances where millions of lives are lost just in the name of religion and faith. 

Society defined as an extended social group having a distinctive cultural and economic organization. Its a mechanism which was forged with human existence. World in which we live enjoys its beingness because our ancestors learned and managed to live together. We behave and live our lives with some standards, we follow rules and protocols, maintain status and decorum, we have evolved many institutions, organizations and systems... Why ? Because we want to live in this society, but this same society raises and fosters criminals. Same standards, rules, regulations n laws when abused breeds insecurity, inequality, partiality and what not.

Love the most beautiful thing that can happen to a person. There's nothing in this world which love can't conquer. It's a gift to mankind. But, again love can make people do some awful things. Literature is full of love stories with tragic ends.

Power is the tool which can manipulate as well as dictate the direction and vividness of every physical and mental phenomenon known to men.Chronicles of past and Geography illustrates this creative and cataclysmic force of power at all levels. Following two statements depicts the two extremes possibilities of power-

 "With power comes responsibility" 

AND 

"Power corrupts."  

Drugs and Medicines are there to save lives and keep us healthy, but same are being ill treated and exhausted in the worst possible ways. Girls and boys going haywire. Things which were conceived and designed for fun, relaxation, enjoyment, well being and health are transformed into the most common agents of instability and restlessness. Individual tolerance level is dropping with every generation. Nobody wants to compromise, and no one is ready to adjust.

Youth, the most active and productive of all is the high risk victim of such Contradictions. Difference b/w RED and GREEN is turning smudgy and blurry. Vulnerability is at its maximum high and ambiguity is taking its toll. Everyone seems to thriving upon an unexplainable polysemantic sense of Right and Wrong and sometimes their gumption and the so called common sense gets too cryptic to comprehend. 

Unlike the ambiguity of language, ambiguity of life never reaches a limit therefore we need to find ways to deal with it Robert Havighurst rightly suggests that-

The modern world needs people with a complex identity who are intellectually autonomous and prepared to cope with uncertainty; who are able to tolerate ambiguity and not be driven by fear into a rigid, single-solution approach to problems, who are rational, foresightful and who look for facts; who can draw inferences and can control their behavior in the light of foreseen consequences, who are altruistic and enjoy doing for others, and who understand social forces and trends.