LIFE

And back it comes

2010-06-09T02:47:00.002+05:30

Love & Lord O thy glory tunes
It comes back to me now
Like a slow poison

Was I like that when my mother was my world
And when my memory didn't belong to me
Is it just a game or a strange mirror of being

Now it's time when I wait
And I wait for it to come
The restlessness of my emptiness
when shall dance with lonliness

When you love..

2010-02-07T15:04:00.001+05:30

The love I want
On face you wear
Looking eyes not me
Still love it is

The smile the spark
And desire to serve
Does it even matter
Not me not me

Love you I do
Happy you be happy
Weak jealous I am
And I will suffer

Do you have it?

2009-11-04T12:13:00.000+05:30

The things we won't do for love
I'd climb a mountain if I had to
Risk my life so I could have you
You, you, you

What to do.. its true.
Only fools fall in love
And everybody thinks
That I'm the fool
But they don't get
Any love from you.

A cry

2009-09-15T14:31:00.000+05:30

And I am down in a fearful dream
As she leaves me behind in her dreamy pursuit
A selfish self, thus, cries amidst chaotic leisure
As a storm seems to promise ire

Not distance but the thoughts kill
The merger of me with her lovely self
As she will grow right, and I'll move left
Painting a gap of silent moans

Let us witness the demise
Of this changing eternal time

The sting of waiting

2009-07-18T10:41:00.001+05:30

It falls along the curves wiping the pain
The restlessness forgets what exists
A drop of tear is the gate I chose
To enter pain, and leave the fear
Not much I demand, but a chain of words
Of clarity and demand even if its an illusion

I wait. I can't I know
Words I need. I need it I know
I feel it - a bond of trust
As each moment dies without the air

Sacrifice

2009-07-18T02:25:00.001+05:30

Feeding souls for souls
As the love becomes violent on beloved
The nature of love. Ah! Beastly, isn't it?
I love you, and I love you
I kill you for the sake of love

Let me die. Let me cry
Let me die once again
I feel the pain is more
As I am being fed to love

I am hurt. I am hurt.
Not this way. No. Not this way.
I deserve more...

My attachment

2009-02-28T12:36:00.001+05:30

A lonely feast

It's the time, and I am far
Far far away, deep into an unknown feast
No guests but my dreams;it's love. I feel weak
It's a celebration. Happy Birthday. Let me wish you
Muah!. Is it dry? Desire may be. The heart's not.
I am attached. No why, no how. I am attached

Let's pray for the sake of love
Let's die even if there's no luck.

Some relationships are strange. Very strange.

If you could...

2009-02-03T07:40:00.000+05:30

There is some pain;it's a desire, burning
Nor the hands, and the smile; without you?
Listen! I wish to say. Can't you read my mind?
I am broken. It's simply love, right? Let me say it
No reality, all dream. Ok. Sad I am, isn't it?
If you could listen, I call you. I call you

Thoughtlessness

2008-12-31T13:30:00.001+05:30

It's time now...I've a lot of time...time to think and time to relax.

Time to say and time to reflect

When I'll be old, when I'll be close
To the state which we call as death
Bring the tears of miseries of moments
I lived in vain,and in suffering and pain

Let alone be I who will choose the song
Where I'll dance and I hope, I will.

LoveS?

2008-12-08T13:16:00.002+05:30

Can I dissect Love
Into names and pieces
Should I punch the lines
On the infinite feeling

A lover, a friend
Oh my son, and someone strange
All the same, it's a play of time
And of emotions, and of the little brain?

Let's rise, let's embrace
Not pieces, and in the total grace

Mercy!

2008-11-06T22:05:00.003+05:30

It's tears again

Life slips like the tears do off the cheeks
When change slaps soft to wake me up
What can you control is what she asks
How long shall you dream is what she challenges

It's pain what I feel here in me
It's real, the tears which I shed here
It seems it's over, it feels nothing but sad
I want to face it, but I am too weak to be free

O Life! Have mercy on this tired soul
Show me in real the faces of this world
Not in steps, I beg, but at once and for all
Allow me to talk to you and move myself

I'll pray

2008-10-23T00:25:00.002+05:30

Retracing...

I think of you when I talked to you
I pray to you. O! You're in trouble
I can't walk to you. I can't feel you
I want to help you. Can I is what I ask you
You're the Seed and you should find yours
I pray for myself to you; and I pray for you too

Long time after Love pushes me to Love
Let me Love you and let me Love you.

Trouble of the loving ones and my inability to overlook/comprehend or to contribute, question my ability and push me to the seemingly 'appropriate' way to the shrouded space of love - a divine period of time. It's been a long time

When the poise gets wings

2008-10-19T10:02:00.001+05:30

My Father died or did I just open my eyes
From a calm top to a deadly sea
I wonder how I floated amidst lonely spree
I felt Him, I feel I did, yes, deep inside me
In essence if only, the dream was sweeter than the real cream
The forms called Truth sprints with me
As it plays with me, living through me
Questioning you, and you, and you and me

Lemme think...

2008-10-15T00:15:00.000+05:30

My sister talked about 'Burying in one's own tomb of thoughts/worldview'....interesting....

Mr. Mooda talked about ....." Spirit & Spirituality" ....where spirit is 'wine' :)....interesting again....shall explore some other day

For now, O you people.......O you

Colour of your eye

Lonely I am again as I fail to look at myself
Wandering in thoughts of you and me
I fall again in the hide & seek of self & help

I want you is not what I feel I need
I need you is what I feel I don't want

My love I ask you again the same song
Can't we walk together, while walking alone

Oh my ....Oh my....

2008-10-12T22:21:00.000+05:30

In the auro community....

G**

Is it important to know what is God
Is it allowed to feel who is Our Lord
Duality or Oneness, does it even matter?
When the Truth is for self, not to order or follow

The questions & words shall prevail till I breathe
Not in the known but in the selves the answer remains
Of all useless and waste questions, one hangs all the time
Who is God and what is It, O Dear, let's stop being genius
Let's explore, let's evolve. Let us play the game for all
With self, with fire; with the Love in its all forms

Saints and seers shined not to kill the One
Who resides in us, Who manages our flow
From dirt to divinity, Who takes us to home
Of unknown Reality but felt divinity

O dear Being....

2008-10-12T22:11:00.000+05:30

Dear Roopali

May time touches your timeless thoughts, again and again

I HATE YOU

How dare you treat me like this
Pulling the baby in me on my lip
No matter how I try to be a man
I am pushed down on the mercy of your tip
Of love, of thought; of the care you shower
On the dry zones of my lonely self

O dear lady! Can I even tell you
What I earn from your lovely presence?
O sweet strength! You are not good
But an excellent sign of existence
Mother I've known, but now I've known you
Mould me for yourself, I beg, the way you want to

Blessed are those I believe who have known you
The path of Truth passes nothing but your own room
Oh Lovely! Wishes sweetest flow out from me
To the deserving that is you that is you
Allow me to kiss your hands so soft
And honour this world between you and me

Dear friend

2008-09-11T20:44:00.000+05:30

Prasun. I am extremely happy for you. Muah!!! May you be what you should be

Shall we walk

Million streams pierced me in the closest embrace
Cladding me in the colors of pleasure & doubts
I asked myself, I questioned other selves
I ran still felt dry under the dark rain
Losing trust on time & Truth
I simply walked a lonely lane

The lightening challenged the dawn
When I was struck by the smile
And words of wisdom of her own
Pushing me to think and prepare
For the fight without bleeding zones

I can see the light in me
Of love, of faith; of my harmless hidden wings
And smudging the wasted wishes with strokes of tides
Washing the pain and serving life's delight
I've decided to walk but not alone

I am a believer but now I can see
The Light in the light of you and me
Oh my Love! Oh my self! it's just you in me
You've taken me too far into the sea
Where I may drown but with a complete Me

Only I wish to think to believe
In the wonders of Love in any loving spree

A walk on the Path

2008-08-21T21:06:00.000+05:30

Thank you a lot is what I hear
Floating in heart, vibrating on lip
When I look at myself with no mirror
I know I've spread from a bud to tulip
In my thoughts, in my words
In my eyes and reaction to the worlds
Which I dwell in alone or with others
In an attempt to look at all as a whole

Not just one but many hold the share
Of the gifts I've or the smile I wear
Some are small while some have large
The part of me or the world of my own
Some are in minds, some just came in
And those who are like the fragments of my soul
Manifest the thanks into some wordly un-chore

I wonder if it's the walk on the Path
Which we all dream now or some day
To live for a reason, to walk without treason
Dissolving the color of Love on Self
A thanks grants me the legs; for the life's bigger Thanks

I love you all: the special souls in my life. I want to love you all and I pray I produce it so well.

A waste struggle?

2008-08-19T12:52:00.000+05:30

Are we blind to the blood;as it drips from all
Coloring the shout that the struggle is on
In thought, in touch; in an effort to posses

There may be love but there's a fight for sure
We love the change which is the killer of the past
As we move to grow over, what we are now
In thought,in touch; in an endless stride to fight

Covered we our, in our own lies as innocence we choose
To live, to survive; to sing the songs of one's own choice
This world may not be then a gifted paradise
Where we live to enjoy, but then die living
In thought, in touch; in the reality of our own

The love prevails and so thus the war in all
And at times we fail to gift, the real meaning to life

A thought stop

2008-08-18T00:47:00.000+05:30

Meaningless breaths knock my heart for a reason
To be the carrier of the life force
In and out of the dying frame
What is the use if I do not walk
On the garden of mysterious change
For some it's love, for some it's blood
Does it matter as it all seems red?

In the mere moment of my own
I try to see the world of all I've known
Have they lived the life they want?
Did they cry when someone's gone?
Is the mere journey; the sum of all
That is earned & burnt in this final pry?

My answer is here;and I wonder if it's free
In birds and in trees; in the people and in me
The sublime sound which we all tend to have
Which fades away but returns when we are prepared

I still wonder if I've my ears
Which I've lost in some games of you and me

Raksha Bandhan - a divine realization

2008-08-16T16:53:00.000+05:30

My lovely sisters! Muah

When love exposed Itself

In the dawn of the mankind, some souls evolved
And from ignorance they constructed the era divine
Of thought, of love; of reason and of goal
To evolve till the breath is fresh
To strive till our smell's the best
Emotions played the trick in lovely His & Her

The world continued to survive; if on the beats of seers
Different were their figures, different were the colours
One strong, one weak; but all in the same street
Confused were all at the progeny of those
Who controlled the weak and slaughtered the sweet

As next to night, the light wetted the world
Bringing new joys & thorns among the roses of dawn
When relations blossomed from the unresolved strings
Soon making the death knot for the selfish strides of pleasure
A life evolved with a soul slashed in two
All wondered at a beauty but questioned it's who

And they came down to us as brothers-sisters together

Love defines the lines invisible to those
Who do not step into this world of our own
The softness may not be known to them
Large whose hearts are not amidst worldly roars

O dear Ladies! I am glad I've know you all
In pieces or whole, in smell or echoes of soul
Here I am now to say to all my lovely sissies
I hope I'll be there; when you need a slap or lovely kisses

A reply

2008-08-15T18:37:00.001+05:30

The following is the comment posted to a poem 'The Outcast' written by Ms. Aishwarya Jain. I've never seen this girl, forget knowing. Still, airs have its rumours that she is on her way to fly. Best of luck to her.

Seventy souls in black and red; meditate in bedlam
Eyes no longer for the color:it’s all dark here
A flickering light appears as she walks;swirls
Heaven fires screams:it’s the lamp or the self
Join me is not in her bond.Ah!the search for the 72nd
All discuss her yet no sound;and she screams with her curves
‘I am the outcast’as she goes round n round
As if wrapping the billions on a single ground

Rose then the one-breasted-bearded Being among the crowd
As darkness declared the black unto beautiful white
The flickering stopped;and so does her moves
On ground were her toes as she touched the sky
Not with body, not with dreams;but a mere ego-dipped whimsical song

“I live the fouls of the foolish flames of a fool
As chained I am in my thoughts on the sweet little sphere
Which like all has to drop to earth; pushing others’ way clear
The touch is mine, the smell my rule
The sight is so sweet. Isn’t it the greatest boon?
Fixing my own reality on the seen and the fool
I choose to dwell in the worlds of my own”

In the white she seems to be the same
One among many ready to boil in the deadly stage
Being sprayed the hymn on her growling soul

“Different is your breath from the colored dead ball
Which you control and play without a steady goal
I cry to know yet tears do not flow
As you choose your path and it’s a sight for us all”

“Many worlds you’ve known in this world of your own
From pain to pleasure, from love to closure
Living the flesh for the sake of Flesh
Smiling & swirling for the accepted breath
No wonder you walk on the lonely roads
As you chose to mark the reality of your own
All have theirs, no doubt we have
We are not the same but a single pair
Who dwell in selves yet die in one
It’s the Truth, called a Reality by some
Which no one has tasted, no one has cooked
Something to be lived, something to be crooked”

“The colours are the same, the emotions are the same
The flowers have their smell, yet the taste is the same
The darkness prevails yet the sun sustains
The life of the divine, the smile of the saint
And to tell you now O Lady so strong
It’s a dream if you say here she doesn’t belong
‘You’re not an outcast’ is our only song”

Only if

2008-08-15T08:24:00.001+05:30

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A person tends to channel the life of the significant other by restricting an equally important multiple dimensional living thereby, perhaps, denying the person his/her right to realise.

ONLY IF

As the lids fly apart to welcome the light
My eyes wonder to taste the Nature's delight
Wrapped in colourful yet confused emotions
I think of power & the games of 'importance'

My chains of exclusivity cries for her
Holding the evolution under my own whip
The nouveau taste of talks is her right
This denial of the presence is Truth's demise

To live in dimensions, which are accepted as whims
Is the right of you; and all the travellers of light
I stop you, I inspire you; what is the original path for you?
You've the answer and you've the blame
Of pain, pleasure, power & prayer; flying everywhere

If only I can allow you to fly; in the ocean of disturbed souls

O my selves! Happy Friendship Day. I LOVE YOU

2008-08-03T00:55:00.000+05:30

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A friend

Who will know what a friend is
If one's soul hasn't perished amidst worldly roars
Inspite of death, when the heart wishes to live
Such mysteries bulge with the love of Self & all

Body dies each moment to give us new life
Of hope, of trust; of Love in deep control
I grow, you grow when rest of the people die
My friend lets me know "Yes! You're very much alive"

No words can fill the sketch
No notes can tune the beauty
Which generates the divine energy
Among selves we call as friends

A friendless coffee

2008-07-28T19:57:00.000+05:30

Noisy places soothens my bumps
The smile of the girl, the chats of the unknowns
I wonder like a tree sipping my coffee
How strange are these emotional swings

Carving out your faces in strangers
I get the nose, the eyes; the smile but not the Nile
Which wets my fears & quenches my fires
Which burn me in thoughts teaching me what we call desires

I miss you all though I feel free
With your wishes & dream in me
I decide to run on my chosen track
Not hate nor pain; but simply love alone

O Lord! give them the strength to live
And the lives they ought to choose
The light should be bright yet coloured
In this prison of life, let them taste the freedom

(After a long time and here in Jamshedpur for the first time, I had my Iced Eskimo (with 2 Vanilla scoops). Though I was alone, I imagined my lovely ones to be around. I missed them but I didn't cry :). Just asked for a pen and passed my thoughts to the tissue )

A soul's petition

2008-07-19T22:48:00.000+05:30

A thought of yours burns my light
Of sanity, of smile; of tears wetting miles
O my love! Why are you so close to me
Not in sight, not in sound; just in the deepest soul
You call my name, I can listen to it
You need my hand, I know when you say no
I dream you, my emotions feel you
Should I hold you or just let you fly

I made this life with you, I dream our world in you

Shouldn't I just shout & embrace you
Shouldn't I just cry when I miss you
Why can't our buds blossom into lovely flowers
And spread the divine fragnance in our empty minds
Should I compose or not - the nouveau connection song again
In this game of love, and the search for another self

Division of Self

2008-06-27T15:38:00.000+05:30

With a number of 'thoughts' which treat or percieve life and it's elements(desires), I am restless if such is a journey in the quest for the truth. The need for the right dress for self such that I can go out without fear and full faith is of the utmost importance as the 'desire' to 'fit' is in it's greatest manisfestation.

I am an actor. A performer in the fleshy stage
Different roles irk me, taking me from a devil to a sage
I breathe to live where living changes it's name
From right action to emotion, from self to servant
I swing in the waves of questions, each giving me child of its own
Can I nuture each one of them? I wish I'd known

I feel the time must be caught
Not by hand or foot but a persistent thought
Of growth of self, of the death of past
With senses at their best yet choosing a middle path

Everywhere are the answers, all are pushing us
To get lazy in our thoughts, and accepting dreams as ours
Should we wake up now is the desire unknown
Just walk and walk, And it shall be a morning of an unseen glow

Mother!

2008-06-27T15:34:00.000+05:30

What when she would be lonely? She might think this way only when she has my realizations with her. Anywayz.....

Mother! When I become your voice

I love you my son; my heart, my soul
Strange is the strings of age in the midst of time's rage
Neither she lives, nor you are seen
When the heart cries to touch, kiss or pinch moments of love
Timeless era is dark to me; alas! just living is the way
I fear, you may forget me as I die to think dying alone
When Lord seems to be an alien and kids to be as if in space
Here, memories & desires fill the fears of an empty human soul
Life's cruelity pushed the time to gain speed
Taking my childhood in your childish screams
From a daughter to a wife, from a mother to a teacher
I served you all with a smile; but closed eyes
I see my breath fading away
And I wish for sometime; some words from my son
Or I guess, I should just rest. And pray, to the Lord of the Sun

Some more old thougts for my Old-Man

2008-06-27T15:32:00.000+05:30

Once upon a time on Orkut, in the midst of lazy nights
New were my words and virgin was the burning community
I wrote smiles, I was treated with roasted mice
I tried to reconcile, yet racial games got just right
In reply to her stupidity, I wrote the following lines
Not for her, but for me and my darling grandfather

"I am sorry for you grandma....................it tuned some strings....I love my grandpa.This time during holidays ,for the first time I had spent so much time with him & was able to analyse him(his character... at the age of 85 he washes his own clothes,even when his cancer has been detected)..man of character...and I am scared that he might not live longer...and as I don't live with him ..I am scared that I might not be with him in his last moments.
So I tried to put myself into the following lines... "

I fly on the mat of your tales, when I can't walk
You hold me when I cry.I cry but you wet me when I am dry
The lessons were not learnt, rather were made eternal
The smile seemed to be lost, still your charm topped
The craze was countered, wisdom of white shone
The love flown and the care.The care was known
Scary is the thought.I failed.I failed to say goodbye
To hold your sand is what I want.I want you to hold on
Hold on till I be strong to go on.Stay there and don't move
Even if you do, I promise what you taught me will not move.

Actually, it did happen... he died when I was away.

Some old work -- STARS~~

2008-06-27T15:30:00.000+05:30

Stars
Stars.Stars are the key of hole
Hole.Hole which is darker than the soul
No feeling of turning it,everthing seems so fake
Scared of the sound I am .The sound it would make
Dost be there when I shout.Its for us,the treasure.Y you?
ForWeak I am, and alone. Can sing, can dance but it's weak
Weak is the core

Break from Life

2008-05-30T11:18:00.000+05:30

Silence - a response to unsure ears

Expressions sweeten my cup of relations
In sorrow, in fear & in love; in feelings for someone dear
My thoughts gets a face, their voice sounds in ears
On the regular track of this world,alas! the choice creeps in
Of those who can understand and of those who simply cares
The search may be of millions or the sight of an empty pillion
Then the silence may be the music, and the penned art be its beats
So no one gets irked, of course you & especially me
And all live in their world singing loudly what they call real.

Excavations

2008-05-08T09:25:00.000+05:30

Just when I am about to leave IIT, I've found a piece of paper on the back of which are the following bursts of mine.

1)
In the ocean of beauty, all beauty burns alike
With different faith & different dress, they seem to look alike
What the child has on its face, what the saint on his brows
Life breeds life shouts it all, still we live like Gods in all
No worries, no question, no life at my own behest
It's a journey to live & feel like one never before

2)
I burn in dreams, desires kill me
I live in you; you touch me with your words
I trust you; you test me, you question me
I want to control but I loose me but not by me
Hold me, talk to me & walk with me
Give me a chance again, a time of this life again

Strange threads

2008-04-24T22:40:00.000+05:30

Even when things are pretty black & white, I tend to live her time through thoughts & imaginations. The feeling is strange as it strengthens the concept of 'lost love of divinity'. If the lonliness of soul is for real, then the various 'wells of life' deserves respect in the name of the Absolute.

Your life through my spark

Imagination surmounts the real life winds
The past stabs the present in future spots
The sun burns the stars; the thought digs the love
Among the fight of real, unreal & Self; I die
Every moment, every smile & every known breath
I live there in my time, I spread here for your space
Hooked to the clueless bonds, I wonder the precious song
In loving melodies & meloncholy screams of lonely soul
The divine, perhaps, is at work; the devil may be in action
But Truth seems nearer; Oh! It exists in a different world

When I hear " Thank You"

2008-04-05T13:42:00.000+05:30

She thanked me. I was hurt. The intimate smiles & the depth of trust were estranged with these two words. When the prof. started teaching......

Say it with no sound

The world of thanks holds many worlds
And floating thoughts & gestures among the Gods
A thanks kills my ego; it breeds crack in love
Sounds of humility burns trustful leaves
As the credit of love splits into loans of altruism
Thin line of identity marks the end of absolute

Alas! we accept the truth of our lonely relative world

Dep Valfi

2008-03-31T18:31:00.000+05:30

I didn't feel like attending the department valedictory function as I found that I'd no emotions for the event. Furthermore, my mental state didn't permit me to stay there just to please my friends. They got annoyed and left me wondering why.

Am I blind?

Can I see if I am mad?
Is right what makes everyone bright?
Judge is me, the person is me
The lawyer is me & the punishment is me
Have I grown up for this kind of place
Did I learn which you call the worldly ways?
What can I do when the world is different for me
Where living has been abandoned in search of life
And the moment has been embraced among tears & smiles

Don't stop me and just let me wear
The masks you say I have if at all
Not proud I am to see you sad
As I did not intend such tyranny
It's my loss of prestige & attention
Which you give me in dose of love
Do I apologize is the question unknown
But the feeling's not a desire; that's for sure.

What if I could wish~!

2008-03-26T22:55:00.001+05:30

I can feel a strange pain; a fear that she has chosen the tough path to evolve. The fear has it's origin from a sense of belonging; who & whom? I have no answer.

Love calls for words

In the world of I, the decision is yours
As the life is yours & yours are its seeds
Of pain & pleasure, of thorns & treasures
As they lie in the womb of unknown seconds

I see the blood, I feel the pain
As you run from now and call for the breath
Midst mist of cough and you thought some death
Alas! Thus, tired of the screams you set to shout

Darker is the life it seems to me
Don't live in it rather embrace the death

Strange it is, the bonds of love
Binding one end with the others' right to fly free
The judgment suspends you, my questions censure me
To feel it again, to think of you again

What can I do so doing may not be yours
May be it's your embrace that's the victory of bond
But you seem to fail, as we all do in many
As we keep them waiting, and leave them burning.

When the prof. teaches......

2008-03-18T23:55:00.000+05:30

1)

Rules of the game engulf the scent
Of spirit, of reason, of dream, of sense
Clouds of wrath changes face in dawn
As they pour the unknown fears

Swinging in the yes & swirling in the no
I smile, I cry, I wet myself & I feel dry
Time kills my dream, I kill its essence
I wonder what it is, and I am bound in its state

2)

Dissatisfaction deludes dozen doves of divinity
Charming cheers chill the clumsy chores in me
Spreading sporting shells of surprises they share
Bringing bliss, beast and beauty blasts on my board

Oasis

2008-03-08T19:15:00.000+05:30

Rose is finally engaged. I am happy for her. May she finds her way to the dimension which we all seek knowingly or unknowingly.

Endless was the ocean, 'wet' were all the dreams
As I sailed through the sea of life in this growing ship
No dear, no near just a dim light of Him
Now shows it's lustre in form of a new realm
Green in it's form, fresh in it's smell
It's an oasis midst lonely waters
The land may be hot, the winds may be cold
But I shall not stop as it's a step to move and learn
The life's lesson to grow forever now rings in me
The distant Home of me now feels close to me

Wish you a birthday - full of realizations :) !!!

2008-02-27T08:19:00.000+05:30

A traveller

2008-01-18T19:07:00.000+05:30

Can you tell me what is it :)?

Go to the light to crush the dark
As the darkness is here, nor where we belong
Lost like strangers we walk here, for days long like years
In search of us, in search of love
The mind, the heart where stops commenting
The day shall come soon. when we will stop lamenting

Congratulations!!!

2007-12-12T22:06:00.000+05:30

Paresh bhaiya finally entered the next level in the game of life. I wish him all the luck and smiles.

New is the breath, fresh is the feeling

In the place of unknown, I call you my own

Allow me to touch you, permit me to love you

Not like always but in many ways still one

The son in me looks for the shroud

The blanket of love for not me but us

The task is to stitch it, the plan is to work

You and you shall do it for all

Not now, not then but like a forever song

The brother in me showers respect

The bowed persona like the humble pie

Demanding her Right to Family with love & pride

O my dear ones! Unite but hug & fight

The person in me requests you and you

Life's not a game, still play it like never

Not mind, not brain, not emotions but faith

Look inside yourself for the divine grace

Not all get it, not all feel it

The magic of Some in the unearthly love

There's no hurry but the time is on run

Minds are many, but the feeling is one

Wishes flow to you, prayer goes to you

Do not sleep, do not run

Just. Just pray and see the fun.

Best of luck -

And smile as this was not your last mistake :P

I pray you have the mercy of Krsna!

Vibhu :)

A cry of a child

2007-11-01T19:52:00.000+05:30

O Krishna! My lost love, My lost self
Time binds me, thoughts weakens me
The floating log hits me, the deep well sucks me
Your name is the key, Your Hand is the way
O my Master, O my Lord, make me Yours
My will is weak, my brain's torture
No independence I need now, till I grow
Grow to know You, to feel You as Your servant
Busy in You,loving You, serving You
O Krishna show me the way, give me the legs
For I know not how to walk, I know not how to sing
On the path of Your kingdom, the songs of Your mercy.

I am Time

2007-10-10T19:34:00.000+05:30

Gautam, a lovely guy, scraped after a long time. His mentioning of 'time' opened my wings & I flew to touch Him through my words.

Time flies like the dreams of the night
Calling me black, green, blue, or white
Smile turns to me, pain beholds
Luxury I know not what, but divinity not to be told
Slowly & steadily I move with it
On the path of love & might
The stages are dark, the divide is clear
From one to other, I jump with smile
As always like never before, I claim to live
Loving you, loving me I act for Thy command
Time!......you were here & you will be here
Like The Me & The You, we'll reach there
To become One, still other
To Love You. still be loved

The Last Wedding

2007-10-10T19:32:00.000+05:30

An old friend, first skype first, finally got her man. I am happy for her & wish her all the best for her life, which is in fact His.

The prince & the princess finally met again
Holding hands, dancing lips, they share again
The moments of touch, the moments of love

You are lucky Ju, I wish still more luck
The smile is there, I wish it stuck
Take care of the prince, and thus be loved

It's a new life, it's a new sun
Just look at the light, and have fun
Do what you like, do what he likes
Play like crazy, live like a daisy
Just as a friend, I request you now
As you live, do not forget HIM( the Lord)

2007-10-07T16:17:00.000+05:30

My heart awaits

I want to paint you, compose you like a song
I want to touch you, lick you like the last drop
My ears cries for your voice, eyes crawl for the smile
The moments are mine. still these are all yours
You may be true, you may be false
Do I care? It's not a WAR
Am I real? a question of thought
Let me speak, let me talk
Let me kiss, let me spark
Oh! my love look here.
I am waiting for you.

The cry of the moment

No matter how much I write, I miss you
No matter how much I cry, I am dry
The feeling is only you, the answer is only you
I want to express, I wish to explode
How? I don't know. When? I don't know
You are my words, you are my poem
Emotions are you, these moments are you
Gone are those when the heart was lonely
Now someone dwells here, that someone is you
No past, no future, only present is the call Neha
I like you, I love you, this is NOW, forget rest all

The vanity of tears

I wish to become water, if the thirst is you
I wish to become smell, if the flower is you
Take me when you need me, do not think twice
I am yours, I am yours, it's just a matter of time

You make me dance, when you smile
You burn me like hell,the day you cry
Make me your medicine, give me your pain
For you are sweet & soft, for this destiny's game

Your tears are precious, your smile priceless
Like the thoughts in mind, your pain is worthless
Blessed are those, who have known you
Stupid are those, who have hurt you
Your heart is pure, your clothes have dirt
But the clothes will die, and you will be loved
Loved by Him, loved by all

No reason to cry, no reason to stop
Just live & love and love and live.

2007-10-05T14:32:00.000+05:30

Her sister was hit by a couple of men. This triggered the romance to Truth.

The sound of deaf, the vision of blind

It's not your mistake, it's not mine
The pain is not now, the blood is not then
The suffering was there when you born
The suffering will be here when you die
No escape other than Lord, the truth I tell you now
No running away, no hiding away, it's the only way
People say a million things, they can't beat the death
The death which comes here like disease and pain
Again & again, but we think it's fine, and cry in vain

Life is beautiful, for the eyes who see Him
The touch is beautiful, for the sense who feels Him
The stone turns to flower, the fire turns to life
That is His magic, alas! we say we don't want.

We feel we are free, and the masters of our life
The life which kicks us, and always make us blind
Blind for the Love, blind for the Truth
We live with the closed eyes

No misery exists, no pain remains
When His name is called, the world seems rolled
Rolled in Love, coiled in Love
No pain, no tears, no fear stands
Just the moment rules and everything else's none
If not Him, then the life's a waste.

2007-09-28T16:17:00.000+05:30

The whispered declaration

Those words ring here, the three shower thy mercy
Drowning me in smiles, lifting me up in skies
Memories came alive, of us in vivid dreams
Heart says you're a liar, but what then is the truthful scream?

Wondering the moment, is it sun or the rain
The shine throughout the day, or a drizzle of pain
The moment brings joys, the hours hits me hard
Is this real, is it right, brings the thoughts & a thought

My throat is choked, but I speak to loads
For you, for me. for us, for the sake of dreams
Dreams unreal, dreams momentary are questioned now
I love this moment, but I hate this all.

An IM to her

2007-09-24T23:17:00.000+05:30

Are you dead, or breath still holds you
Are you sick, or the 'smiles' still moulds you
Cherishing the words you 'mercied upon me
I think of you , it's not very long ago

Life unfolds itself, the games are different
Different for you and me and me and you
We must play it, in the way of our own
Difference shall remain in the space of playing zone

Still your time feel good, your thoughts dig deep
Out of the real, this heart cries for your more

Funny is the world, funny is the bond
Of a man and a woman, whom the love forgets

It exists no more, stil remains the sole truth

This was an instant message sent through yahoo messenger after a long time to an old friend with whom I had spend some good fruitful and lovely time. The following is the explanation.

1-2 [This just asks you whether you are happy with your life now, or still the same good sad gloomy days :) ]
3-4 [Pretty clear I guess, I liked what you had ADVISED me, and I always remember the talks I had with you]
5-6 [[This is just a comment on the uncertainty of life, the truth that we actually controls nothing. The second line 'you & me' and 'me and you' stresses the difference in which we see the life as and the life in general]
7-8 [This says that anyhow we have to LIVE, and though we have our own problems, joyous moments, we both have a common thing, that is LIVING]
9-10 [ This shows how I sometime miss you, your words and the next line reflects how bad I feel for the mismatch in our lives. I wish I could be with you in your time space ( or vice versa). I wish I could know you better, give you more.But that's unreal :)]
11-12 [This shows my disappointment over the kind of relationship man & woman have now. The love, my love is devoid of human body, it's in spirits, as individuals, not just sentimental and I am scared I may not find such a life partner]
13 [I feel that particular relationship is best, but it's again too uthopic in view looking at the changing cultural ( lifestyle) trends]

2007-09-24T22:29:00.000+05:30

Human attraction to human body, sparkling of human desires devoid of human spirit...ah ! I am too weak.

The Bathroom Cake

Shining skin kissed me all day
The embracing lips killed me in all ways

Your smile whetted my eyes, your eyes sucked all fame
No pride no anger no danger only fear of time
The time which is new like the new you & new me
Is the new for the better or just for the change
I hate changes though I accept them.Ah!
With tears and scars, I smile and I smile

Still not ready to die
Still not ready to run
Life is serious, but what about the fun?
Let me live, let me wait
For those who came, and those who are late
My minds stops me, the hope pulls me

This fight is tight, not now, not then
But this way, it becomes a forever delight

LOVE

2007-09-21T07:20:00.000+05:30

Feelings are feelings... temporary, permanent, real, unreal ( source) ...... how to fight them ..they are so delicate :)....

I miss you when I sleep, miss you when awake
I think you when I walk, I feel you when I play
I call you when in need, I hurt you when in pain
The voice waits for ears, the eyes wait for eyes
As my 'thoughts' torture . your smile nutures
I grow. My heart grows. The love grows.
Not you not me but the whole divine
Sings it says it dances it, but I am deaf & blind.
Don't be scared. Don't be you.
Let Him play & play with Him.

Silhouettes

2006-11-25T15:12:00.000+05:30

Movement stops me. The memories dies.
The smell is gone, the taste's no more
Continuity of life. It is now unknown
Package is interesting but its not my own

They were the souls. My souls which I wore.
They died? Souls died? Or the soul is the biggest foul

Difficult it is to believe what I believe

People don't smell the same flower
People don't drink the same water
Life is learning I had been knowing
But I feel as if I have stopped growing
Have I changed or the time turned the role
From king to beggar I move. I move alone

May be the king is among beggars who knows.
I feel then life goes on in a way you'll never know.

What a Sem....I lost 3!!!!! I am not happy with you...game's going too hard on me.

Falling Drops

2006-10-31T20:28:00.000+05:30

Drops you fall so light
Like a dream . A dream so bright
The course you take you know
Lucky you.I have to bow.Bow?
In the world of chains,thy shall not move
If one does,its no more bigger than a groove
I wish to be small. Small as you are
No praise. No noise. No chains
Am waiting for them. The clouds
The one pouring me down of the this game
And I will be free
And I will be falling
To not to wake up ever again

The Links!

2006-10-16T01:39:00.000+05:30

Either I am crazy... ,does the world gone wild?
The words aren't enough,have they closed their eyes?
Sounds was enough,now the looks count
The venus rocks,alas its not in my walls
Emotions flow.Flow in vain into oceans.
Oceans of pricking pain & scream
Do the currents change their course
Do the sun changes motion
The question remains where it is
Am I a current ,am I the sun?
In the yes hides the how
Brain unable to solve the knots.
The knots.The knots of love & faith.
Have I changed,am I at zero.
Need not the thought
Need not the voice
Time is the key,the unfolding tee
Lets wait and wait,the game shall start soon.

2006-10-11T21:58:00.000+05:30

The Rise

The doors are wide. The tide is here now.
The game was a life . Haa....life 's a game now.

Time played. Played very well.
People cried. Rain dried. Its my independence.

Freedom to work. Freedom to fight.
Beyond the life, I shall move.
Time for me to kill time.
Vengeance I desire.Its not you.
True not from you but from self.

With hope crying out loud
I shall rise. Rise like a sun.
Burning the prints.Prints?
The one that never existed.

Open thy eyes. Hear me.
Kiss me. Love me. Just.
Let me do what I do
Let me live in THE CITY-El Dorado.

The Incomplete Return

2006-10-01T19:39:00.000+05:30

Why this happens I don't make it
If it isn't true why thy not fake it.

The one close appears further
The thoughts not pure,not true

I can see drops.Drops of water in fire
The hint of love.Love for me in her
I want her.I don't want her.
I don't need her .Not at all.
I need it. Not hi but a call?

Impossible is the thing,cruel is the time
Still.Still I wish to think her

The weather is fine, for me its killing
The sky is same,why then it isn't falling

I am a prince,you told me
Then why I crave for breathing.

--------------------------
P.S. The 4-5 is Nishi!
--------------------------

Alone I move

2006-09-28T19:52:00.000+05:30

I speak.I smile. I shout
Why you cry.Why you feel dry
I blame .Yes I blame him.
Haunt me now & then.The venus.
Why can't I move right
Why can't I speak tight

Am I a dragon.Am I an empty gun
No one around me.No one beside me.
No one with me.Everyone ahead of me.
Mocking.Playing.Blaming. Ah!!!.......

Aren't am a human.Aren't am alive
Don't I have a heart.Can't I smile for a while.
I know nothing to it.I take everything of it.
World's not for me I agree
People not for me I agree
But don't make me fake
Make me to my degree.

I know.I know the choice I have.
To choose the world or christ
But I am innocent now.dumb now
I can smell yet there's no flower
I can touch yet there's no skin
I can play yet no game
Can I live a life so lame?

The pocket I have is empty
The heart I have is bleedy
The ears I have are tired
My way.My way seems to be wired
I ask you my Lord.Is this the game.
The game you play now & then.
If yes then say you don't lie
Coz I can never know why

I am blind.But I can see.
Open the world so I can be in.

Nature-caper

2006-09-14T03:59:00.000+05:30

Play of time is known to me,yet am ignorant
Assumption is the rock.The rock that stops the flow

I find tears in the pool of smile
I see death evolved from the first breath
I see I am deaf.I cry I am set.
I shout I am high .I move but.But I lie

Mirage is what I must say.Should I ?
Solving the maze is the passion now
And fun is the nature's gestures
Just have stopped.To wait & watch
Watch the life like flow of time.

The way

2006-09-09T21:31:00.000+05:30

i KNOW...the truth lies here...in me...
The importance can't be neglected as it the seen path as for now...
Keep thinking...about
people....places.....things...relationships.....existence...I know you will get an answer
Keep thinking!!!!

I love you Mom

2006-09-09T21:23:00.000+05:30

Don't know.Read a mail.Got emotional. Hence I am writing here...
I love my mother,the only person who loves me.It may sound crude...but in the toughest definition she would be suited.
I don't know how ....why.Just she is someone I will always miss once she is not in my life.
Sometimes a cold shiver runs through my body thinking that she will not be here in a few years...
Oh....this is reality.
What can I do?.... I can make her smile....I can be what she wants of me.....I can be her SON.
I love you mother....

Ladle is your weapon when I fight in cradle
Love is the dose when am among thorns
The feeling.The feeling always remains
What will transedental do here?
The link is unknown but the touch is inherited
You have loved me, how will I do to you?
Can I?Can I be what is I am supposed to be
Mom.My Darling!.I will.A promise .
Will not let you go like the way you have been.
:*:*:*:*:*:* and yeah one thing I know
My end is in cove and my life is your love.

And again

2006-08-28T03:13:00.000+05:30

Great the plans were in light
Amazing was the zeal for change
Moved I from the start first
Landed into the clone of pit
In the living mass was I stuck
Witnessed the death of rhythem
Away from the desired I am
Now.Now once again dead again

ReD SaturDay!!

2006-08-20T03:00:00.000+05:30

Carefree?......
Focus?..........

yes....remember the words of AVP!!!!

Move .....just move.

Yea one more thing...I got really scared today travelling in the local trains alone..

Ambitious

2006-02-26T21:59:00.000+05:30

Now reading about Sabeer Bhatia has made me to think about " Ambition" .Am I ambitious.
What exactly one mean by being ambitious.It means to achieve great places in life.Not just in economic terms but in terms of popularity.
Again I think I am not ambitious and hence I am not moving a

a new thing!!!

2006-02-26T05:46:00.000+05:30

what is this all:)
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My Slide Show

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Ah.....mime

2006-02-26T04:15:00.000+05:30

Sometimes miming can be real too.

Its so difficulty to copy Arun Govil:P

2006-02-24T23:38:00.000+05:30

WOw......it feels so nice to act...this is my pic acting in a "street play"
in IIMA.
WE had won 1st prize for that~~~:)

Valentine's Day

2006-02-14T01:51:00.000+05:30

14th Feb
A day to express one's feelings, to allow the emotions flow like a river meeting into the ocean of love and faith.Mine is interesting too.
Being caught in the dogma of multiple theories,i cant decide for myself what I want.In fact the whole concept of "desire" is not stable.
I like a girl but not fully..only some major parts .But still why I am made to think of her.Just becauise i have no one else to fill the position i think she may have in case no one is there.
Again, its so nice to see,to know such a nice person.I dont know what they think of me but atleast know that i feel very honest with her and I am what I am with her.
I wish He allows me to meet such people all my life.

NOW I THINK I NEED YOU LORD.

Waiting!!!

2006-01-21T10:29:00.000+05:30

Waitin can be so fun & so disastrous. Taking an incidence of my own life.
Nature's conspires in different wonderful (sometimes terrible :) ) ways.
I was waiting for a "friend" from Pune. Now the interesting thing is-
i was imaging the possibilities of what is goin to happen after she will come.
What am i gonna wear...i wud be wearing...what kind of attitude i shud have... where
shud we go for together.....in whole i cud make her day!!!!
And then suddenly Nature comes into play...SHE DIDNT COME on day 1.
Not in my wildest dream i had seen that.Now on day 2 waiting for her "call" ready with my jet pack ..still with fear that ....what if she dont come.........

A simple thing

2006-01-08T17:45:00.000+05:30

Its so wonderful to be appreciated and so complicated to comprehend the negative comments about the thing which you hvae done conciously.
People go by "statistics",yea true, but is there any harm in thinkin oneself to be someone who would not fit in the graph. Probably this may seem foolish but isnt this which makes one's identity.
And again, even the person would start believing in them.What is then required to preserve his identity? Yes a very explicit answer to this is that- "Prove them by your actions".

This would not only shut their mouths but also will be a proof , a self-satisfyin answer to the identity.

Now as far as I am concerned, the most clear task is the

ACADEMIx
What is needed?
1.) Regular Attendence
2.) Assingments
3.)Weekly review
4.)Taking Exam very seriously
5)Since the performance till now has not been good means that you need to work hard
this time.
6)Dont feel lazy. "Karma is everything".Everything originates from Karma and nothing is
predecided.Feel the power of the free will. You can wash what you have done and what you
dont consider good.Just be brave, do what you feel is right, listen to right people,do right
actions and remember-you can always find a way out!!!

Sports/Physical fitness

Its the most important thing which one can have.Take proper precaution and act . DOnt worry you will not die;)
You have a lot of energies what is needed is the proper channelization.
As far as the games are concerned, focus mainly on
1.)Tennis
2.)Squash
3.)Badiminton

Dramatics
Try to learn new techniques in Dramatics. And be involved in the kind of Drama you like in to be.

English/ Languages
If you want to know more, English is the key to enter different domain. Therefore command on English is an absolute necessity.
I know I want myself to learn new languages, so learn them.
Focus on English.

G.K./History/Mythology

I know you gotta deep interest in all these things so make a routine and keep yourself updating

Guitar/Other Activities

DOnt let the things die.Things die when they are not in motion.

MOST IMPORTANT THING
-------------------- CULTIVATE HABITS but REMEMBER ITS NOT VERY TOUGH
JUST KEEP DOING RIGHT THINGS REGYULARILY AND IT WILL BECOME A HABIT.
Again it may seem that you are bored from a job ...dont worry keep working soon you will
relish.And also its a just a matter of one year:)

YOu will not fall sick again:)!!!!! I promise you

Alcohol

2005-12-31T01:54:00.000+05:30

What is my opinion in drinking?
why i started drinking-
1.May be :) a signal to myself that I have grown adult.
2.A "time pass" when with friends
3.For me drinking was not there to be "high".

Again, personally i feel that i dont wish to continue and i definitely will not.
What i think one must think before acting and must not learn to imitate from others.

New Year

2005-12-31T01:53:00.000+05:30

First of All
1.What you want
2.The actions must support the goal
3.Resources

I know what I want now 01:48am
The direction of my movement is not right ,rather than going inward definitely I are going in the wrong direction.
Actions must lead to goal-this is the law of Karma.
Impulsive actions may lead to dissappointment and also misery.
Thinkin has to be done,worth and impact of action has to be calculated.

Going to Goa
--a adventure which wud encourage bravery.
--a new experience(of what?)
But again
--is this what you want?no,definitely not this :)
yea, there are times that you feel left,common and dissapointed.

Again...dont dream live in reality....there are always right time for things(right things)[:)].

My article over Mars colonization

2005-11-11T10:18:00.000+05:30

Red-The most emotionally intense color ,stimulating a faster heart-
beat and breathing. It is also the color of Love. May be this is
the most non-scientific and illogical statement for the focus on
the "Red Planet-Mars"-What concerns here is far more serious and
adventurous project. The colonization and in the meantime terra-
forming of the planet,i.e. conversion of Mars into an earth like
planet, eventually making it self-sufficient. There has been a
desire to know the possibilities of the existence of life on Mars.
why should humans leave the earth at all?
There have been many
arguments for and against attempting to spread the range of our
species beyond the ecosphere of earth. Looking at the arguments ,
an indispensable truth has come out----- life on mars is not just
a scientific and technological issue but also a cultural and social
one. Mars ,a planet having 24.5 hours long day, is quite similar
to Earth. Being most suited place for life in the solar system
except Earth, Mars is alluring human beings' unsatiable desire for
exploration. Now, what is the benefit of colonizing mars? The
biggest thrust -virtually unlimited supply of resources. Mars is
rich in energy sources like Deuterium(five times the amount present
on earth) which can be used in Nuclear Fusion reaction producing
enormous amount of energy. Also the planet is an abundant source
for rare metals like Gold, silver, platinum etc. Not only this,
almost unlimited iron from the nearby asteroid belt(Dactyl) can be
obtained. Also,it can be a good place to accommodate the ever
increasing number of human skulls. Looking from a Scientific
point of view, it would be a great achievement as it would be a
step-stone to treasure of cosmic knowledge. But again there have
been arguments against the mars project.Like
1)The usage of enormous amount of money for the project for the improvement of human conditions on Earth. 2) The movement to
another place without solving the existing social problems and evils like wars etc.
For the time being,justifying the given reasons for the march towards Mars what do we want?Now this can be thought in two
different wings----infrastructural and social.
Mars don't has gravitational attraction like Earth so the atmosphere cant be retained.Again what impact will it have over human
body is still unknown as universe is full of radiations.Models are being prepared to establish human settlements over Mars.
Another more important aspect--- the kind of society(culture) on Mars.To make the mission successful it cant be just an extension of
dominant culture of earth.Now how can we create a society in which we can live as we want to while incorporating diversity and
individuality and maintaining unity ,or at least cooperation.What culture should be adopted.?Definitely this is the major issue
and require a lot of social study.All the people going to live on Red earth must be re-educated in such a way so that it may lead to creation of
desired place on mars.The political and the social system have to be worked out in such a way that the friction between the two
cultures(earth and mars) may lead to improvement in the existing society.
Another powerful argument going with the self-sufficiency of Mars as a life zone is that earth is prone to catastrophic changes in a period billion years either due
to comet collision or due to some environmental changes.Mars can be a source for the survival of mankind ,the thing which dinosaurs couldn't do at their time.
Imagining that we are successful in creating a terraform on mars ultimately making it self-sufficient.Now one can think another possibility.
On earth,there is no guaranteed harmony even among nations ,what about planets?.Yes,inter-planet wars.If mars is to become self-sufficient
what is the need of earth? This may lead to conflicts.
Actions are done with the focus on end.What is the end? Mars,Jupiter,?Well, there seems to be no end.Going philosophically, are we going in
the right direction? In spite of stepping back and going towards the soul are we moving out in wrong direction? Making daily activities more and more complicated (accepting it to be more comforting),ignoring nature's signs ,are we taking the right step?
In the current world where events and eventually life is governed by greed wearing mask of social act.Even the most powerful country of world
doing act of violence under the pressure of capitalists gains , refusing to discuss it with the rest of the world and peace organizations, justifying it with some inappropriate social cause;is this the right time to think of going out.
The decision ought to be made by us and not just by a handful of people (as project mars is also a gold mine for a few capitalists and countries)

But as we say "might is right" only time holds the key to future. Concluding,the steps towards Mars definitely needs discussion
and shall not be taken in hurry or having a short vision as there are many more other important tasks to be done and puzzles to be solved .

2005-11-01T20:36:00.000+05:30

Studying for the end-sems exam, realising the need of improving the grades in them,a thought came to me.The thought was about a guy,Kalidas.
Its quite interesting why out of the blue it came to me.
Well lets focus on his character for a while-
A very stupid person.Gets married to a beautiful girl.Get insutled and leaves for the jungle.
Becomes a scholar and redefines the relationship with his wife.
Well this is not something ordinary.
For the past a few days, there has been a drastic change in my philosophy of life.
The biggest change rather-my opinion about myself.
The way I look -the way i behave-the way i react-the way i accept-the way i think........its not just i say they are wrong...just when you see the people around......their thoughts sometimes...make me to think over myself.....and over what is all happening..

The fundaes about God....about life.......expectations ........relations..:) all really are so ..much complicated.
What is the problem??...i tend to believe whatever i read or hear and its a blend of multiple
logics that has lead to the problem in my own decisions.

What i feel about me?

1. Socially i dont know how i am, perhaps needs a lot of improvement.
2. Relationships-dont know..just I know I am good to only those who love me for without any gains.
3. Interests-many ...and simply none.
4. Philosophy-Confused state right now

BUT WHAT I HAVE REALISED THAT I NEED TO CULTIVATE ONE THING
.............THE ATTITUDE TO ----WORK......but again....
i want to know everythin in a very short time.....surprisingly a friend of mine (Neemi) either
guessed or..derived :)...whatever ..but i think that is the only big problem..

Now whether it is a problem...or somethin desirable...time wil tell...but for now..enjoy;)

Oedipus

2005-10-08T21:06:00.000+05:30

The First Oracle

Laius, ruler of Thebes is told in an oracle that his son will kill him. With agreement of his wife, Jocasta, the baby's feet are pinioned and it's given to a slave to be "exposed" on nearby Mt Cithaeron, (haunt of wolves and other wild beasts). The slave, a shepherd of Laius' flocks, takes pity on the baby, and instead of leaving it to die, gives the boy to a fellow-shepherd from Corinth, the other side of the mountain. The Corinthian shepherd presents the baby to the childless King of Corinth, Polybus, who brings him up as his own, presumably giving him the name "Oedipus" (Swollen Foot) because of his deformity.

The Second Oracle

Eighteen years (or so) later, someone at a party calls the young Oedipus a bastard - and the insult rankles. He leaves Corinth for Delphi, to confirm his parentage at the oracle of Apollo. The oracle, however, gives him instead a horrific prediction : he will kill his father and sleep with his mother. In case the oracle could conceivably come true accidentally, he sets off in the opposite direction to Corinth, and heads towards Thebes. As he descends from Parnassus towards the foothills, he meets an old man driving a waggon with a retinue of slaves at a place where three roads meet. The man is rude and aggressive, and orders him off the road. Oedipus refuses to budge and the man lashes out with his goad. Oedipus (an early instance of "road rage"?) sees red, and kills the man and - as he thinks - all the guards. He continues to Thebes.

Click on the thumbnail for full picture and discussion of the Oedipus Crossroads location.

The Riddle of the Sphinx

Thebes is terrorised by a monster - the Sphinx (a hybrid creature, with the body of a lioness. the head of a woman, and wings), who destroys all who cannot solve her riddle. Sophocles doesn't go into any detail about this riddle - other writers tell us it was "Which animal has one voice, but two, three or four feet being slowest on three?" Perhaps Oedipus, as a man with three feet thanks to his disability was uniquely well placed to answer it : "Man". Oedipus' staff will be crutch, murder weapon and blind man's stick before the play is over. Thebes welcomes her saviour and offers him the vacant job of ruler, and the hand of Laius' widow, Jocasta, as an extra reward.

Click on the picture for a very full discussion of the Sphinx.

The Third Oracle

More years pass, during which Oedipus fathers four children by Jocasta. Gradually Thebes succumbs to a vile plague, which kills animals, children and crops alike. Oedipus, the king, promises to save his city. Plagues are caused by pollution which is caused by sin - and only the god can reveal its cause. Thus Oedipus sends his brother-in-law Creon to consult the oracle at Delphi once more: the god's answer is that the plague is caused by an unpunished murder - that of the former ruler, Laius. Oedipus places a terrible curse on the killer - whoever he may be, and turns for help to Teiresias, the respected prophet. Teiresias tells Oedipus that he is the killer, and hints at even worse crimes. Oedipus is enraged, believing that Teiresias and Creon have concocted this story to dethrone him and seize power for themselves. Teiresias departs with dire threats, while Creon tries to argue his innocence. Oedipus rejects his pleading, and would have had him executed but for the intervention of Jocasta - who has close ties to them both.

The Place where Three Roads Meet

Hearing that their quarrel was about an oracle, Jocasta reassures her husband by saying that oracles are nonsense - she and her Laius were given one telling them that their son would kill its father. The father was killed, by robbers at a place where three roads meet, and the son died an innocent baby. But Oedipus remembers killing a man at such a place - what if he was Laius? He himself would be the cursed polluter of Thebes. No, says Jocasta, the witness - the man who escaped - said it was robbers. One man cannot equal many. Oedipus fears will only be laid to rest if the witness can be found. He's sent for.

The Corinthian Messenger

But the new arrival isn't the witness - it's a messenger from Corinth, to tell Oedipus that Polybus, his father is dead - he will now be King of Corinth too. Oedipus says he can never go back to Corinth while his mother is alive. "But there's nothing to fear,"says the messenger, hoping to ingratiate himself with his new king, "She wasn't your mother, nor was Polybus your father." He explains how the baby was given to him by a shepherd from Thebes. Jocasta now knows the truth - that Oedipus is her son - and rushes out. Oedipus thinks she's embarrassed because her husband might have been an unwanted child, perhaps a slave's.

The Old Shepherd - the Truth at last.

At last the Theban shepherd arrives. This turns out to be the same man who had been sent for as the witness to the murder of Laius. He is very reluctant to say anything to Oedipus. Under threat of torture, he reveals that the baby was given to him by Jocasta to be killed - and that he'd passed it on to the Corinthian out of pity. Oedipus now knows the whole truth and rushes off to find Jocasta - but she 's already hanged herself. He takes the shoulder-pins from her dress and blinds himself. And so Creon does become ruler, and after allowing the blinded Oedipus to say goodbye to his daughters, orders him into the house, to await disposal at the god's pleasure. Oedipus goes in, continuing to insist he should be left to die on Cithaeron as the gods originally intended.

Possible interpretations

Ancient background

Apart from the obviously significant religious message that "you can't escape your fate" it's important to realise :

Oedipus wasn't as innocent under Greek law as he might appear under English or Roman : (non est actus reus nisi mens sit rea - there is no guilty act without a guilty mind). To the Greeks the act counted, not the motive.
The murder of Laius wasn't a crime per se - in fact it was any Greek's duty to harm his enemies (as well as helping his friends). And as far as he knew at the time Laius was an enemy - by insulting Oedipus he had made himself one.
Family was everything in Greek culture. (Compare the Godfather films of Francis Ford Coppola to get the flavour of the intensity of family feeling.) Thus the worst conceivable crime was to kill one's father; the second worst was to sleep with one's mother. (More than just an incest taboo is involved here.) No Greek could imagine a worse 'double' than Oedipus'. Mass murder as in Dunblane or a serial killer such as Fred West would have been far less abhorrent. Modern cult use of the word 'motherfucker' could only happen in a culture where the power of the family is waning fast.
Oedipus - the greatest of men, the solver of riddles - can only solve the riddle of his own origins by revealing a truth too awful to bear.
The power of the curse - Oedipus, having cursed the murderer of Laius - feels he must carry out the sentence on himself.

Eklavya

2005-10-08T20:56:00.000+05:30

Eklavya

Near the ashrama of Drona, where Arjuna and his brothers used to take lessons in various arts, there lived a small bright boy, shudra by caste (lower caste). His name was Eklavya. He had great desire to learn the art of archery from Dronacharya. But his mother had told him that as a shudra, Acharya Drona would not accept Eklavya as his disciple. It was futile to dream of such a privilege.

But the boy was not be put off, his determination knew no bounds. Near his house, under a tree Eklavya installed a clay idol of Dronacharya that he worshiped as his Guru! Daily, morning and evening, this devotee put flower and natural perfumes in front of this image and took Self-Lessons in the art of bow and arrow. The talented young Eklavya soon acquired high knowledge in archery. He attributed his success to his Guru Dronacharya.

One day, as it happened, Acharya Drona and Arjuna were passing near the hut of Eklavya. It was pleasant and peaceful afternoon and people were taking rest. But the tranquility and silence was broken by constant barking of a dog. Eklavya did not like this, and therefore, he shut the mouth of the dog with an arrow! Dronacharya and Arjuna were surprised to see the dog with his mouth sealed with an arrow!

Naturally the curious Arjuna asked his Gurudev as to who could have done this delicate job. Even Dronacharya was amazed and knew the archer must be exceptionally skilled artist. They decided to trace this skillful fellow and reached the spot where Eklavya was practicing wonders with his bow and arrow in front of the clay image of Drona. It took no time for Dronacharya to understand the situation. He realized that Eklavya was superior to Arjuna in some respects. Dronacharya loved Arjuna very much and had declared him to be the best archer on the earth. Hence the Guru thought for awhile and came to a decision to remove Eklavya as a competitor to Arjuna.

Dronacharya went to Eklavya and said, "O young man, who has taught you such wonderful skills in archery! Who is your Guru?"

Seeing the Guru in front of him, the boy Eklavya was more that overjoyed and said, "Why, O Gurudev, this all is your grace! I worship you as my Guru. Look you are there in that image!"

Dronacharya was pleased with the dedication of Eklavya, and said, "I bless you my son. But as is customary, won't you give me my fees - Guru-Dakshina!"

[It is customary in India to give to the Guru whatever he demands as his fees - Guru-Dakshina for the knowledge the Guru has given to the disciple.]

Eklavya was overwhelmed to see Dronacharya had accepted him as his disciple! Out he said, "O Honourable Teacher, whatever you ask, this humble disciple of yours will try his utmost to offer you as Guru-Dakshina!
I am blessed."

And now comes a very touching and pathetic incidence in Mahabharata.

Guru Drona said, "O Eklavya, I am pleased with your respect for Guru. I want the thumb of your right hand as my fees- Guru-Dakshina."

The trees and atmosphere around stood still for a minute! Even Arjuna was stunned on listening to the unusual and almost cruel demand of his Guru. To ask for the thumb of an archer was equivalent to almost kill him! How could Dronacharya demand such a heavy prize from one disciple to protect the honour of the other!

But Eklavya had no such remorse. Unruffled and with due humility, cheerfully and without protest, he cut his right thumb and placed at the feet of Dronacharya. Gods in the heaven silently praised the greatness of Eklavya's sacrifice.

What is life & what are we doing---

2005-10-08T20:43:00.000+05:30

When i was in 9th standard,few things used to come into my mind

why am i here
what is the purpose of life
where does universe end
who and what is god

there were no . of such questions unanswered........:) but ultimately
The more you go into this the more complex it becomes .:)
anyway...will talk about this later.