If it does not have a dark side, MAKE ONE!!!
Just so as to enjoy yourself looking at it.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Wanderer
Here I am
A wanderer
Roaming through many lives
From birth to death
and from death to birth
Transmigrating
Gripped by the the "five senses"
Lost in the world of "five elements"
Chasing lucid dreams
subtle and gross!
A wanderer
Roaming through many lives
From birth to death
and from death to birth
Transmigrating
Gripped by the the "five senses"
Lost in the world of "five elements"
Chasing lucid dreams
subtle and gross!
Wanderer
Here I am, A wanderer
Roaming through many lives.
From birth to death
and death to birth.
Transmigrating,
Gripped by the pull of "senses five"
Lost in the maze of "elements five"
Oscillating between the profound & profane
Chasing lucid dreams,subtle and gross!
Its been going on, It is still is
Oh Shambo, when will I put an end to the endless game?
And merge with you again.
Roaming through many lives.
From birth to death
and death to birth.
Transmigrating,
Gripped by the pull of "senses five"
Lost in the maze of "elements five"
Oscillating between the profound & profane
Chasing lucid dreams,subtle and gross!
Its been going on, It is still is
Oh Shambo, when will I put an end to the endless game?
And merge with you again.
Just another bloody day among days !!!
Question :How was your day?
Answer:If you have traveled in nausea inducing hills in a bus with hard seats for 12 hrs at a go, you might perhaps share my situation right now. Or may be you haven’t; in that case let me paint a picture. It is like incessant Big Wheel. You are squeamish because there are trees rushing by, mountains lumbering into the view and as soon as you attempt to focus through your half opened eyes, they slide away. You close your eyes, fighting off intense desire to disgorge the last meal and feel the tangential flight to the last sadistic curve the bus just described. It stops after eternity and then there is perfect silence shattered by someone retching violently, a child crying, having been jolted into wakefulness from slumber induced by perpetual motion and mother cooing softly. You are detached, numb, staring blankly at whatever comes to your field of vision.
My day was something like that!!!!!
Talk to consultants with super inflated ego. There is one, the first one to clone Hepatitis E virus in world; another, a walking encyclopedia so full of knowledge that he gets confused because his mind is full of possible possibilities; someone who walks around with his nose up in the stratosphere and yet another with nothing but intransigent irritating behavior and they throw odious looks at me. I have missed my breakfast, my head is spinning and I have to rush for a conference. I don't know the scope of the meeting. The useless invertebrate of an encyclopedia is no consolation. I take the crap, act like a experienced manager and spew the facts at the members, telling them what they did, where they fucked up and what they need to know. The conference is a success.
There are scores of things to be done. I rush back to make last minute checks. Heavens save me, should I end up making any mistake." My royal posterior will become private property of higher ups should I screw up". I think about the scheduled set to check my mails, try to recall the minutes of the meeting and I shake my head at the futility of even trying to recall the damn nocturnal event. My mind is blank but I know there was something that I had felt, something that is getting lost in this inexorable ring of dog-eat-dog blood orgy.
I take refuge in the far corner of department, trying to contain myself but there is no escape. My cell rings. Aaaaaaargh.
Answer:If you have traveled in nausea inducing hills in a bus with hard seats for 12 hrs at a go, you might perhaps share my situation right now. Or may be you haven’t; in that case let me paint a picture. It is like incessant Big Wheel. You are squeamish because there are trees rushing by, mountains lumbering into the view and as soon as you attempt to focus through your half opened eyes, they slide away. You close your eyes, fighting off intense desire to disgorge the last meal and feel the tangential flight to the last sadistic curve the bus just described. It stops after eternity and then there is perfect silence shattered by someone retching violently, a child crying, having been jolted into wakefulness from slumber induced by perpetual motion and mother cooing softly. You are detached, numb, staring blankly at whatever comes to your field of vision.
My day was something like that!!!!!
Talk to consultants with super inflated ego. There is one, the first one to clone Hepatitis E virus in world; another, a walking encyclopedia so full of knowledge that he gets confused because his mind is full of possible possibilities; someone who walks around with his nose up in the stratosphere and yet another with nothing but intransigent irritating behavior and they throw odious looks at me. I have missed my breakfast, my head is spinning and I have to rush for a conference. I don't know the scope of the meeting. The useless invertebrate of an encyclopedia is no consolation. I take the crap, act like a experienced manager and spew the facts at the members, telling them what they did, where they fucked up and what they need to know. The conference is a success.
There are scores of things to be done. I rush back to make last minute checks. Heavens save me, should I end up making any mistake." My royal posterior will become private property of higher ups should I screw up". I think about the scheduled set to check my mails, try to recall the minutes of the meeting and I shake my head at the futility of even trying to recall the damn nocturnal event. My mind is blank but I know there was something that I had felt, something that is getting lost in this inexorable ring of dog-eat-dog blood orgy.
I take refuge in the far corner of department, trying to contain myself but there is no escape. My cell rings. Aaaaaaargh.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Devils song!
O wild world! circling through aeons untold
Mid fires of sunrise and sunset,
through flashes of silver and gold,
Grain of dust in a storm,
Atom of sand by the sea,
What is your worth, O world
To the angels of God & me.
He sang this quite suddenly, his rich baritone pealing
out musically on the warm silent air. I listened entranced.
His dark eyes flashed and he sang on...
O wild world! mote in a burning ray
Flung from the spherical Heavens
Millions of years away
Sink in ether or soar!
Live with the planets or die!
What should I care for your fate,
Who am one with the infinite sky.
Mid fires of sunrise and sunset,
through flashes of silver and gold,
Grain of dust in a storm,
Atom of sand by the sea,
What is your worth, O world
To the angels of God & me.
He sang this quite suddenly, his rich baritone pealing
out musically on the warm silent air. I listened entranced.
His dark eyes flashed and he sang on...
O wild world! mote in a burning ray
Flung from the spherical Heavens
Millions of years away
Sink in ether or soar!
Live with the planets or die!
What should I care for your fate,
Who am one with the infinite sky.
Lessons from Mr.Roach
On a lone, lonely, cold winter night,I was perambulating through the dirty streets of Shivajinagar, Bangalore. My mind, in the usual process of striving hard to be quiet. I happened to see a huge bandicoot, our eyes were locked for a second and we communicated without talking.
With a hedonistic stride of belonging to the “more evolved species” or knowing the fact that I would not have much in common with a nibbler, I decided to walk away, leaving him scurrying around.
While taking my next step over the cracked pavement, I was about to step on a cockroach, rage filled me without any reason, might be the same type that Hitler experienced with the Jews, like the misinterpretation of jihad.
I dint step for it screamed at me !!!!!
“ You son of yesterday, dare not place thy stinking sole on me
For I have been here for a long time, much more than you can imagine & I continue to be around, no matter if you decide to split an nuke”
I thought with a blank mind, said no more, thought no more, heard no more………………………………..Just walked into the darkness with the cold wind rustling the leaves on a cold winter night.
With a hedonistic stride of belonging to the “more evolved species” or knowing the fact that I would not have much in common with a nibbler, I decided to walk away, leaving him scurrying around.
While taking my next step over the cracked pavement, I was about to step on a cockroach, rage filled me without any reason, might be the same type that Hitler experienced with the Jews, like the misinterpretation of jihad.
I dint step for it screamed at me !!!!!
“ You son of yesterday, dare not place thy stinking sole on me
For I have been here for a long time, much more than you can imagine & I continue to be around, no matter if you decide to split an nuke”
I thought with a blank mind, said no more, thought no more, heard no more………………………………..Just walked into the darkness with the cold wind rustling the leaves on a cold winter night.
A Poem to Myself !!!
All I want is a window into your life
A way to see you
To see how you think
To see how you act
To see how you look at me
A way to see you
That is all I want
A way to see you
I'm not asking for a lot
Just a small peek
A small crack
A keyhole
A window
A door !!!
What ever you will let me see
Because the reality is I don't know you
But I want to know you
Because I am you.
Ray-The eternal wanderer
A way to see you
To see how you think
To see how you act
To see how you look at me
A way to see you
That is all I want
A way to see you
I'm not asking for a lot
Just a small peek
A small crack
A keyhole
A window
A door !!!
What ever you will let me see
Because the reality is I don't know you
But I want to know you
Because I am you.
Ray-The eternal wanderer
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