Lost and Found

“The world has funny ways, inspired by the elements its made up of”

I remember when I was in 1^st standard our teachers forced us to use pencils and pens were a strict no. the reason? Simple, you can erase what a pencil writes but a pen leaves permanent mistake, which in turn helps improve your handwriting.

But, as kids or as a human nature, we are always inclined to get hold of something we are barred from. Took of a pen and ruined the writing forever. As we grow, we get hold of many things before the age and senses and end up finishing the experiences of that certain age.

Simple things seem tough and unacceptable and boring. But yet they are simple and wise and right ways. Losing the hold on simple things excites us to find tricky and vulnerable options and we are forever distant from the simplicity, the way of nature and not so the way of homo sapiens.

Despair and Infinity

As you watch in despair, your eyes see through the life. As you breathe in isolation you realize it has a voice and as you listen to the silence you ll feel it’s the loudest scream. There are moments of chaos, so calm and intense. No pattern at all.

Infinity has no order, is random and has wings which are boundless, seamless and unrestricted. But infinity has depths, the very depths meant for despair.

Joy has bounds for sure, it is with a purpose, is chained and to top it all it is shallow.

While despair tests your waters, joy simply floats and with a pinch it sinks to the floor with immediate demise.

Infinity is Despair. Despair is deep. Depths are silent.

I am, at my own.

Waking up with an alarm now a days is more of a dope than a need. The eyes and ears have hooked themselves not to the bright light of the day but the constant snoozes and screenshots of time. Alarm clocks have become the jack sparrows of a civilized world, nuisance but useful, hate them but can’t do without them.

 It was a regular routine barring the weekends. The weekends were much more painful. The routine at least helps the time stick by you or the other way around, mostly the latter but a day without the daily chores is like a round boat in a calm lake without any pedals. After a not so pleasant day spent in witnessing  “Return of Chandramukhi” on Zee Cinema it wasn’t a pleasant evening either. I kept on thinking and searching on google about the symptoms of a heart attack, so couldn’t even sleep or hog the uncle chips left from last night. Constipation is believed to be the origin of stale and stinky thoughts as well. A full day passed by and that Mcgrill was still stuck in my intestine humping it at its will.

The phone call that followed while I was bench pressing to relax the abdomen immediately resulted in the premature ejaculation of that bastard burger and dragged it down to the very depths of the sewerage. Happiness can do that to you, it is indeed a laxative. Last time I was this happy, I pulled out a kid ‘s pants stuck in a barbed wire, the bugger was in the same nasty position for the last half an hour. Though the little pants were torn apart, he was more than happy his posteriors were scratch-free. The moment I relieved him of his misery, he vanished like Richard Parker in Life of Pie, without even looking at his messiah but alas the good deed of the day was well executed.

Oh well the phone call, it was a self-recorded voice message scheduled to tell me about the time left for the project and my stay here.

A cold day…

It danced in front of me, mocking me in a way which made me think about the existence of stability and continuity. Every look at it sprung a new shape, a new direction and a new found vigor. Though it was pleasing in a way, it was almost killing me, poking fun at me and my poster fundamentals. I was irritated to look into its eyes, it made me look so small and the longer the stare the nastier the humiliation. Nothing ever gave me as clear, truthful and rude the answers it gave me. I was in denial at the beginning but by the time the dance stopped with its death, I changed for… well, the worst.

The Golden Cage

And then it happened again,i went for the rush and sanity evicted me from her golden cage.Yes, a golden cage. A golden cage with all the luxuries. I could see some souls flying, some were battered,wingless but still flying. Yes,wingless but flying. out of the golden cage with all the securities. I watched them, in pain,in ecstasy, in anguish,in irony but still full of blood. Yes the one thicker than wood. out of the golden cage with all the rebellion. And then it happened again, i went for the rush and sanity evicted me from her golden cage.Yes, a golden cage.

Fortune favors whom?

Fortune favors whom: The brave or the naïve?

A statement I ve been pondering since the time I lost my first 100 meter race in 5th grade.

The winner : my fierce competitor in gulli danda, kanchey, kho-kho ,cricket and class ki “maal”.
The runner up : Me, I slipped just before the finishing line and somehow managed to get my face planted on the finish line.
The consequence: He became the Monitor of my class, and snatched the eyes of the class “maal” from me

15 years on, and this uncertainity of Mr.Luck still haunts me.

September-2011 (Top 10 List) - Music

1.Pour some sugar on me - Def lepard
2.Money - Pink Floyd
3.Killing in the name of - RATM
4.Beggin - Madcon
5.Khoya khoya chand - bartender mix by micke mcleary
6.Barra Barra - Rachid Taha
7.The day the music died - Don Mclean
8.Eminence Front - The Who
9.When the Levee Breaks - Led Zeppelin
10.Dillagi - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan