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Let there be light ...

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A Day Without a Night to Awake...
A Night with no light today... 


I am falling.The lights fading.Everything is a blur of racing images and flying past visions of horrifying pasts.Then my mind is suddenly bookmarked to that one incident.
And i start crying ....

The mind plays tricks of its own.It kept telling me to give upon it and suddenly i received the nerve tingle to go ahead and do it.So unusual!So very bemusing!I was so close to it,i also wanted it,but i was rendered handless and possibly mindless too!The glory days were numbered,i knew it..i had a hunch.
    Starting in a retrospective mood ,my mind wanders..Am i in a dream?Is this real? can`t be..then again ..the air i am inhaling is the same,imbued with the waft of salt from the nearby sea,the sight is known,the act well versed with all the soliloquoys known beforehand as if rehearsed since eternity.Still i cant make the difference, maybe its not a dream afterall,maybe i am inside my mind only,searching ,gnawing,surfing the thought…

ThE cOdE oF lIfE tHaT gOt tHe vInCi BuRiEd In My HeArT sHiFtInG iN hIs GrAvE ...

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Creativity kills innocence.Innocence if absent leads to knavery.Knavery is stencilled in a mind full of ruses.Ruses demand creativity.

The above conundrum is not logical.Neither it is making any sense.But for some people being devoid of sense is the most sensible thing.I hate to make comparisons,but i  find my sense very common in this world whereas according to this world, common sense is not very common to my senses.An artist when left with no inspiration to draw will meander helter-skelter and will bump into a mediocre rationalisation of his own thoughts that beg him to be inducted.Our mind is full of thought layers.The top layer is the layer of the rehearsed:we eat by taking the morsel via our hand(Right/Left doesnt matter) and shoving it doen our esophagus.The layer below is the layer of experince: dont let the boss know you are not working and you will be fine.The layer which is lowermost is the meditative layer,the layer of deep understanding,the layer full off blue water,the la…

Love Thy Oneself....

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Palmus Autem Habet Quattuor Digitos...




We know the proportions.We know the genius that was in'vinci'ble,who drew the sculpture to be framed in a circle and a square simultaneously.Human body is a work of a greater genius.when i am writing this,i am marvelling at the coordination between my thoughts,my knowledge of language,my speeding hands over
the keyboard,and my eyes.

But i sometimes despise my body.We all do!We love to hate our frame.We perceive our body as a can full of worms, a closet full of unidentified skeletons,a home to myriad restless and uncalled for troublemongering visitors.Our such "accurate" and belittling portrayal of the greatest machine on earth begs a question.Have we fully understood the potential?have we missed the beat?have we rendered the masterpiece to become a distended caricature of itself and banished it to the Air-conditioned hallows wherein its reduced to being nothing more than a mocking souvenier of our neglect and apathy?

When i walk and…

Godly Sins::::Sins God`ed

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What it takes to be god and still sin ...what it takes to be sinner and be god at it ...



I dont know the details of the struture,neither i am aware of the existence..nor i am a believer.But GoD exists,in our mindframe.In our psyche we keep him alive,in our prayers we power him with our fawning.All the time i,you and almost everyone on this green planet are trying to dial a number which seemingly has uncountable signal towers AKA the praying places,scores of providers AKA religions..but no concrete SIM.The no is busy,unreachable,switched off,out of service,on an answering m/c all at the same time for the same person.Afterall we keep on demanding more and more.Imagine a call centre employee of a customer care number listening to all the blabbering,jabbering and clapperclawing consumers with patience and solving their grievances.Thats the job profile of GOD.

     "To sin is to human ,to forgive is to god",the famous adage binds the heaven-manager to be the all pervading authority…

so"U"l rules over the m"I"nd....

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Fighting a lost cause ...keep on loosing ...win the fight...




I had it.Enough!!!I given in .I throw in the towel.I am ready to kick the bucket. But what made me look at the world in such technicolor of  frustration,disappointment,anger and disgust ...? probably my own self...
When i look around ,my mind ,disapproving,tells me that the world is full of gross injustice.I try to justify this claim, of my brain by taking my example,ie the easiest way out to relive yourself out of misery ...to assume yourself in neck deep muck..it surely cant get worse than that,can it??? ...                  Then i see a ray of hope that will make the pain go away ..But the ray just passes me as if i am an apparition.The colorful mirage of the waxing and waning fortunes that the life postulates is all but an well disguised prevarication.The life always takes a dip down the drains and specially when the life guard is not around.The locus of my thinking tells me that thinking about yourself if like taking a bow …

"CRICKET=Sachin tendulkar...hence proved!!!"

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Sachiiiin...sachin...sachiiiin ...sachin...sachiiiin...sachin..

And the chant goes on.And he plays on.21 years...Still playing,winning hearts,bringing glory,tearing opposition apart,tonking fours and sixes,making the streets look as if they have a curfew,this special boy(at heart) from mumbai is none other than the "little in strature,big on heart" Mr Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.
Its like i have grown with him,watching him play,rejoicing when he(and if thats the case,more often than not,the team) does well,cursing when he fails,keeping his records for him(not possible now,the numbers are too huge and the records piling),feeling proud of the man when an honour is bestowed upon him etc.Like me,he has touched the life and times of many worldmen(great people arent property of one nation),has inspired many toddlers to risk a muscle strain in picking up that extra heavy bat,has lead to a tremendous loss to the exchequer by having all people not working but watching him play instead,has …

The Sage Within...

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Mother.Maa.Aai.Amma.Mom.....

Some adjectives and synonyms of god ...the good thing is that these names are free of any religion ,strife and politics..sheer love...
Mom ...happy mothers day...u r the best


The eternal ally of any kid ,the profound peace giver,the incessant supplier of love...The one person in my life who is the last word in love and divinity is my loving mother.Today on the occassion of mothers day ,when i write this,i fell short of words,i feel that the person i want to write about is both the means and the end herself.As i write about my mother i feel the urge to mention the sacrifices she has done for us,the love she has showered upon us(me and my brother) and many things but is it not true that i might choose to just call out her name aloud or think of her benign face and eureka! the love and affection starts flowing like a stream that has no beginning and no end.
                     Everything seems so sublime about the word "mother".The emotions that secret…

The Factual Surrealism...The Overt Reconnaissance...The World 'Eyjafjallajokul'ed

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NATURE-Wise






I venture out.I brave the elements.I dare to look into the sun.
Thats audacity!!!Such confidence comes from purity.The venerable nature just handed out to me the greenest brochure of mother earth.Everything is so
serene,so simple,so full of life,so beautiful.The green grass invites me to have a nibble at the fresh droplets of just laden dew.The tall trees incite the bird within me to touch their apex.The dusty roads mottled by patches of overgrowth of motley of sherbs run along.The mysterious canopies of shade made by the overhanging specs of clouds waylay me as i drive.
               I drive to the gratification of senses;I drive to conquer the eclectic elements of nature;I drive to the satiation of the eternal hunger.The need ,the want of being nurtured,being pure!All my senses are crying out in
unison to come aboard.The chirps of the parakeets,the buzzz of the bees,the hoot of the peacocks are the things that will accompany me, they will be my accomplices as i prepare to ve…

Let The Match Begin ....

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Roger vs Nadal :::: Rafael Vs Federer Match Point no 4 ...Lights fading….flashes of the cameras blinding the eyes.. A fan shouting here and there ...umpire saying "quite please"...a forehand kisses the net and another body kisses the ground at virtually the same moment in time. This was the time 2 years back at Wimbledon when Rafael Nadal kissed or rather Bit the Gentlemen's Singles Trophy at the all England lawn tennis club. When the champion shook hands with the new incumbent, all eyes were on the future of tennis. This was because nadal had proved he was no flash in the pan, he was not only the red clay cladded warrior but is  also a grasshopper that is equally adept at predating the mighty of the greens.                         Nadal is a fantastic athlete. There are no two ways about it. The way he has pushed federer out  of his comfort zone over the years is amazing ,coz we are talking about a player that has a over 230 weeks at the top of the pile of men’s tennis. Ev…