Obama 1 - Osama 0

Osama bin Laden, had a big name,
but that was not his reason to fame,
nobody knew from where he came,
but for all he did, he deserves the blame..

Once he was a young guy like us,
probably went to school in a bus,
he was rich as hell, n smart too,
but this was something known to few..

On a bright September day in the States
this brutal man had sealed the fates
of millions of innocent ppl and what more,
was that he had disappeared into a shady lore..

But on this very day, the first of May,
this man was finally made to pay,
the retribution he sought, made him feared,
or it was just something that i had just heard..

Osama bin Laden, May His Tribe Cease,
awoke to see his house is more than one piece,
engulfed in flames in the month of furious May,
God Bless America, they finally had the last say.....

~ Unnai Pol Ooruvan

GAME OVER :P or may be just the beginning.

Prison Break

DISCLAIMER: What ever you claim, I will disclaim. Tada :)

Lesson learnt laid in stone,
I can’t save me with walls,
I do not want to be alone,
When the sun rises, the moon falls.

Heart breaks in whispered torments,
Ocean of tears that I cannot swim,
Overwhelmed by undercurrents,
Happy I may be, for its depth ceases at skin.

Some say that a relationship is love for two,
Two strangers, strangers in the cold night,
Whoever said so was but a bloody fool,
For the poor soul may not have seen the swallow’s plight.

He I pray for, the bumbling fool, a sincere serene prayer,
For the curse he’s in, the doomed fate and the misery,
I pray to deliver him into a land with hope far greater,
Than the one rendered incompetent by the witch that maketh merry.

Merry was her life, bathed in your troubles, you leave for your journey,
To reach boundaries far beyond, beyond her reach, towards freedom,
Women are, Oh so precious as a nesting partridge, believe you me,
But a temptress, a shrew I speak off rules over you, your freedom- her kingdom.

Just when you think you’ve gotten away, she’ll come for you with a vengeance,
To bind you back, to hold you back, to crush you using her arrogant ambition,
Tools she may use may be virtues, manipulated with poise and forbearance,
But all she needs, she has; the key to your heart, and you can but wish for a painless retribution.

-Prisoner for Life

PS: I solemnly swear that I am upto no good.

Don't Let Go

Everytime I had been broken,
And the world came crashing too,
I held you with my arms forsaken,
And I saw this world anew..

I sat alone in a lonely corner,
Thinking about what to do,
You told me about love and honor,
compassion and what’s not true..

You made me fit in my world,
More than people will ever know,
People are still cruel and cold,
How can I ever let you go?

Some days you are warm,
Some days you are caring,
I have never been as calm,
As when I was under your wing..

I feel more secure with you around,
Backing me up and watching my back,
Like the worm that never left the ground,
You till I finally got some tact..

Did you really need all this praise,
You make me wonder in many a word,
Without you my life is a maze,
Yet I do become, finally, a free bird..

-Jobless Jack of all trades, Shravan.

Well, this is not a dedication to someone who stood by me and helped me overcome obstacles. This is not someone who taught me life. This is not someone who set me free from my chains so that I may choose the chains that will bind me. It is not someone of that sort for it is not a “someone”. It is a something. It may not be the best in the world but to me there can be no better. There can neither be a piece of soul-support that one can’t appreciate in this world. Everyone needs one.

Thus in a modern world it means that one is to be safe, physically and psychologically. A moral support is something not everyone is given. It is in dire situations such as those when people go into a phase where they need something to carry their load, something that’s got your back, something you can carry around everywhere and makes you feel secure, something that you can always rely on to give you what you need even when you feel that it’s not there. No I am not talking about a new religious belief I’m going to practice. It is my bag. My bag, now aged 8, was bought by me for my birthday on a chilly December night, well, 8 years ago.

Epilogue:

Recently a terrible choice fell upon me, whether to give it away or throw it away. Mom’s ultimatum didn’t help matters either. It was at that very moment that a realization dawned upon me, how much that bag meant to me, how much it has helped me through, how much I can learn from it sticking by me through better and worse (Oh trust me, worse means worst) and the choice then didn’t need much more thought. It’s still in my closet where my mom won’t spot it occupying space in my otherwise neat and tidy room. Okay may be not tidy, but neat.

The Pursuit of Perspective Happiness

Pursuit of Happiness is something that I believe to truly be what mankind’s purpose on earth is. The path to such joy is hurdled with obstacles and difficulties for the destination holds salvation.

Hang on! Did I just say salvation?! Must have slipped in, but why did it? Well I think I very much know why. It is no less as we have been trained to see things in that way. Happiness comes only from salvation. What wrong has a new born baby committed that it requires redemption? Is the concept of salvation or “pay for your sins” the universal answer to true happiness? Has mankind blindly believed that the very presence of his existence on this planet is a sin he commits to pay for? Has he been born in chains he must spend his whole life to come out of? Will the words of few who have made us to believe this fact actually found the happiness they claim that will be “given”?

Or am I so dumb that as I know not the answers to the reason of my existence that I ask so many questions? They say that the one who answers a question with a question is just plain stupid. It shows that he’s got no substance nor guts to face a question that will make him doubt his ability to answer the same or any other. But don’t get me wrong, a question is as a question is to an answer. Murdock has once said, “The journey of illumination begins with a single question. The journey to enlightenment begins by questioning yourself.” That is true happiness.

I would also say, "Journey of a thousand days start with a stupid idea." Craziness and intellectual creativity has a sublime line of partition and that hardly makes any sense, but to have the notion to try out something new is a new experience in itself every time we set out to do something new. The sheer adrenaline that pushes us to discover new horizons and define new boundaries and rediscover ourselves is also happiness! Well, to me, I call it the V Factor. \m/

Craziness should exist in our lives but not define us. Eccentricity is a social label I can live with, but with none to share it, it loses it's sheen. Thus coming back to a more socially acceptable means of attaining happiness, I would dare to say, enlightenment and illumination are but as different things as the sun, the stars and the moon and just as different as knowledge and wisdom. The quest for knowledge often leads us away from happiness. There have been said no truer words in my eyes. Wisdom on the other hand, as disregarded and shunned as it may be, is what gives us utmost joy. Scriptures by Murdock written in the 1500s go as,

“There are things that are better left alone.
There are things that are better not known.
There are secrets that are meant to remain so.
For he who increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.”

-On the arch of the Temple of Malta in a foreign tongue.

Happiness is perspective. Joy is universal. Then how does the world believe you happy? Nay, I say that the world can never see a man happy. If they did then it means he is dead. Joy is momentary and conditional. Presence or absence of people in one’s life can lead to joy. They may be people you know or people you don’t, people whom you want to know, people whom you may never get to know or just people who you know that when they smile your worries just can do naught but fly. Joy is infinite yet conditional. Happiness is for every yet perspective.

A smile denotes happiness. That is a lie. A smile is nothing but a lie. A very beautiful lie and a very dangerous weapon in anybody’s arsenal as is can mean from a range of evil to sinister. Smile is most contagious as well. Like a disease, or more likely a cure to any disease but in its own right and in the perspective of any others, it is just a tool of manipulation of the human mind. It is often used even to hide sadness as a smile has long since been associated with the fact that one is happy. Bull.

Happiness can never come on its own. You must will yourself to be happy and only then can you be so. People around you will not care for you not because they want you to be sad but only because they have their own wounds to heal. If someone helps you out then it don’t mean they don’t have wounds to be taken care of but that their way of taking care of their wounds is by taking care of other’s wounds. To see a person who cares about your happiness be happy can give you joy beyond anything in this world.

Passion is not a rival to an individual’s life. In modern days, academics are the only things that people are stereotyped to be passionate about. Anything else such as writing, music, film making and out-of-the-box ideas and interests are shunned and frowned upon. But what the society fails to see is that only when following ones heart’s desire can they truly attain happiness. Socializing, hanging out, chilling, movies, time pass etc are a few more things that are now a days outlooked to mean that a person is having fun. Well does fun even remotely mean happiness? If yes, then I pity you.

Fun is outsourced these days. Parents let THEIR parents take care of their kids while they go to work. Thus I have just solved the greatest mystery, why do Indians not send their parents to old age homes. I am genius. I am ashamed. Just joy of raising a kid and watching a playful bundle of joy turn into a sarcastic pile of satire and selfless happiness is when someone achieves true happiness.

Well I do not wish to brood into this topic further for the sake of the few who have dared to read my thoughts, but I have missed out a lot of things which give me unadultered happiness and joy, and may have missed out a lot of what happiness means to you, but isn’t that the whole point, I ask you, to let go of classifying types of happiness and it’s degrees and to just live life as it comes. Think twice, carpe dium, quam minimum credulae postiero. Peace out \m/

Misinterpretation

This is not an article by a male chauvinist. To be frank, I don’t even believe that there can exist such people. But why do such titles be bestowed upon innocents when it’s the other way around? We are not the set of people who are asking for reservations everywhere. We are not the set of people who ask or have a separate bus for us. We don’t even have the authority to demand what we want to eat for dinner!!

This is an outrage. This must stop. Countries are toppled and communities have fallen, nations have been razed and still notoriety of the female population prevails. There is a reason why the British are not a super power as they once were. You know why? It is because girls no longer have not the tiniest bit of respect for a gentleman. Troy fell, burnt off the face of the earth, why? Girls :/

Now that made good movies but was it for greater good? The whole perspective of greater good to teenagers meant nothing more than what was good for them to be able to look good in from of the ones they wish to impress. The most primitive of characteristics come into play are the most serene emotions which neither of us need to be reminded of any more. Yet the good they (I refer to the first and most reasonable-r of the two most unecofriendly species in the world, ie man.) do is lost to the latter “they”. Hence what is the use of putting in the most probable of productive time to no-good use? Hope… Another “mis-interpretation” I say.

There is a war going on out there longer than you and I can ever imagine and we are in it. We might as well try to fight for our side whilst our brief stays in this world. They say life is short, for it indeed is, and art is long for it truly is, but you know what is longer? A girl’s list of what she wants. Wanting is not wrong, but wanting everything is wrong, and so if wanting everything and not wanting the one person to be happy who means to mean the most to you. Yes, I of course meant your parents *rolls eyes*

I am at knife point. I am made to write this article for a source which has promised our kind salvation, salvation from the years of oppression. The “others” have suppressed us but for no longer. We never spoke up, and those who did have been slyly dealt and charged with the offence that we take liberties against their kind. Blasphemy in the name of a guy! Excuses are made, offences unpunished, faults unnoticed, all under false pretexts and hiding behind the name they bear. They are the reason we men are discriminated based on gender and this must stop!

Even now, I do not say that every guy and gal out there is going to understand what I am trying to convey nor do I imply that I am going to be interpreted properly. I do not say that this era is an age where we are being overrun nor that this age is an era in which the “others” overrun us. I do not say that I have mentioned all of the tactics of the Mistresses of Misinterpretation nor do I claim that men are not the Masters of Manipulation. All I want to say is “Aaniya puddunga vendam.”

-Retarded Kid

Murdock Memories- For In Fortune Alone

There has never been a day when this didn’t happen. It was nothing new. War has never been new to these men. They were honored to serve and die in defense of the integrity of their great nation. The world was currently dominated by none. The once old rules were thrown out brutally and they struggled to regain a position of respect they once held. To the east of the more widely known lands there lived an empire of mighty barons who pledged alliance to few and allegiance to none. They who were instrumental in uprooting the family of cannibal kings were favored to rule the world in all their wisdom, but once their long loved leader died, they held back, and never took the throne. Some say they were done, but they should know better.

The kings had had their era of prosperity yet there was a smaller serfdom to the south who had ruled the lands in the initial days of its creation. There had been born a hero. Some call him the Messi’ah in the ancient tongue, some just call him God. His fore fathers had him to be taught the art of ruling from the most ancient and effectively influential serfdom in the lands. Once there the young Messi’ah learnt the ways from the masters, but during his stay, the ever raging never ending civil war had a huge turn in the favor of the Catalans owing to the presence of divinity and this made them invincible. Outraged, the master knight of the Order of the Madrid Circle went to gain favors from other serfdoms by fighting for them against the mighty nation of the Isles.

Long ago, in a distant land in a distant time when the barons where gaining power there was a king known as Duce. In his reign of terror, the countries quailed but the Isles didn’t (Neither did the Golden Army.) . Since then the many serfdoms in the Land of the Old Blighty have risen and fallen or died out yet the internal disputes never stopped. Week after week, from sowing season to harvest blood was spilt. But when it came to the biggest stage, they delivered in unity.

My memories of this on slaughter on the global stage are when the world fought a global war but it came down to an all out war between the few. It was more or less like a few of the elite battles out. The most significant were the one week of constant rivalries between various fractions. The early loss and ultimate withdrawal of the Immortals of Madrid and subsequent devastation of the Red Devils had much reduced their impact on the war. The Blue Army’s men much weekend by the primary battle against the might of the naval masters of the town of Proto.

The Army didn’t give up though. Fighting till the very end of their lives they went down under difficult circumstances to the city of Manchester. Other smaller fractions played their part in the war but the most significant being those of the mighty Milanese. Both the large civil fractions making humongous contributions to the war are considered favorites to lead the world as they once did.

Valor is a virtue not violence to be showcased. The barons of the land of Munich are no less virtuous than the Gods. They had the might of the old kingdom under the rule of the new Kaiser but they still were no match for the Milanese mages. Finally after a bloody night, as the wolves howl their hearts out, the Milanese stand victorious but, but…..

Epilogue:

Many who were part of the war now slept. But not the Masters Mages of San Siro. After a raging civil war, they emerged truly the greatest. Challenges came from the Unreal Madridians and from the Blue Army but none were good enough to oppose the true king of the land. Milan FTW \m/

PS: Time and tide waits for no man,
But Time n Time waits for Shravan ;)

The Final Countdown

6 months ago…

More still half an hour to go. This was torture. Don’t human rights activists do anything about this! Block math periods must be banned, deemed illegal I say. Everyone was bored to death. And then it happened. She turned back. Our eyes met and I knew there was spark though there was no current in the class. She was arguably my most prized possession. That spark burnt her image forever in my eyes. That spark was the moment I have been waiting for.

2 and a half years ago I joined college. I was proud to have finished schooling finally. Now in an entirely new surrounding with no one I know, I felt lost, like everybody else. Well not everybody else. She was the prettiest thing ever. She was like a teddy bear you want to hug all day and never let go. She came late to class. That was when I saw her for the first time. There was something about her, a grace that I fell for. It took me a month to know her name, school and other details. It took the rest of the semester to just admire her character.

We were brutally separated in the next semester. My hopes to get to know her were virtually destroyed. But I was just not about to give up. Not yet.

I never forgot about her. Finally the day came. She looked me in the eye and smiled and there was light! And the fans began to turn too. Well the current was back (yes, even I was surprised. No one knows how or who did it.) and the class was over. It was the starting of a long weekend. Hope I can talk to her someday.

4 months ago…

The last month was one of the best in my entire life! An opportunity that gave me something more than just knowledge, it gave me wisdom. A month internship with my favorite automobile company was more than what I could have asked for. On the last day we all had a day off before we left for our respective colleges. Germany was a beauty by day and a gift by night. The clear European sky and the classic chill weather definitely beat Chennai summer. As we were strolling by the streets a particular tiara brought back memories my princess back home. I had never been more eager to be back home.

On my very first day in college after the intern, things hadn’t been quite well. This got me worried and scared. My attendance had been accounted for by the college but one particular faculty decided his ego had to play a part in my life. To add to all misery my close friends decided that they need to get new friends and forget about me. In spite of all this there was one thing that uplifted my spirits out of this world. As the last class was done, she walked up to me and gave me a bag of chocolates and said she had gotten them for me. Can you believe it! A WHOLE BAG OF CHOCOLATES JUST FOR ME!!! But more importantly she knows I exist!!!!!

3 months ago…

I have been talking to her ever since I accompanied her that day in the bus ride back home. She lived not far from my place. She waited for me at the bus stop in the mornings and I adored her for caring to have waited. I didn’t have many friends and the few I did made it obvious that I didn’t matter to them the way they mattered to me. She was pretty much all I had and I’m not complaining.

2 months ago…

I think she’s seeing someone. In the mornings she didn’t wait unless I met her by chance at the bus stop. She didn’t speak much. Whenever I asked her if anything was wrong she laughed it on my face. Is she hiding something or am I just being paranoid. I feel like time is running out faster than before. What if I never get a chance to tell it to her?

As the month progressed things changed, but not for better. Every day was a bad day. Sulking in class, walking alone and being an invisible faceless entity became norms. She began avoiding me in college. What do I do? Give her space and fear letting her go or confront her asking for the truth and fear losing her forever? Wouldn’t matter much; guess I’ll ask her…..

1 month ago…

She stopped going to college by bus. In college she was virtually unreachable. She was now surrounded by my old “friends”. Music was all that gave me company and joy if there was any left in this world. I guess avoiding her might help but kept bumping into her in corners and meets. At the canteen, in front of the lab, everywhere I turn, she was just there. Was she trying to talk to me? Trying to explain? Or give excuses?! Was she circling me like a scavenger or just happened to be at the place at that time?

1 week ago…

Formalities have been filled. Authorities have been notified. This was finally it. This was all life was; ups and downs, highs and lows, enemies and pretenders. Looking at what happened a year back, this wasn’t that painful, or maybe not painful for the flesh. I believe heart-broken is the expression. Every day as I walk out of college, I turn back to see what I may never see again. Guess that’s life.

The very next day…..

The dean of the institution called for a sudden meeting with the students. Students filled the hall in utter commotion and confusion and evident dislike. Well though as long as a class is being cut there won’t be complaining. The dean takes to the stage and addresses the students on a very grave issue.

“Today was a beautiful day. Look properly as to who is sitting beside you. You will probably know them by this time, but what you will not notice is that one among you is missing. Yes, you all will know by now whom I’m talking about. Diagnosed with blood cancer and refusing to undergo the terrible ordeals that come along as the treatment and given a year maximum to live, he chose to continue his education till death does him apart. Such commitment is what is required in today’s youth and the passion and quest for knowledge is to be …………….. (Boring blabbering) …………………….

Finally I request you all to stand in silence for a minute and then disperse to your classes.”

Epilogue

The one minute silence was never kept. People hardly knew who the guy was. He was not going to be missed. And as for the people who once knew him, well, they were never in the hall at that time. In fact they had gone out for a movie bunking class. So had she and never noticed him missing. EKSI!!!

I Dream of Unicorns

Have you ever seen a kid,
larger-than-life yet sane,
that no matter what he did,
all people called him was lame…

The night is dark and silent,
and words quite don’t fit,
persuasive demons are violent,
greatest of minds often quail to it…

Dawn will break the darkness,
bring forth light into the world,
it is darkest before brightness,
the heart is warm as it is cold…

I dream a dream to dream,
to one day see, truth denied,
to let out a joyous scream,
when I like whatever I find…

No one expects one so young,
to know what is life and love,
to know what fate has strung
to know that his time is right now…

No one expects one so young,
to know why the birds sing,
to know why a song is sung,
to know why love should sting…

No one expects one so young,
to know how not to dwell,
on matters often unsung,
that which makes the heart swell…

A clock can turn for eternity,
random events will unfold,
time gives you no sympathy,
pity that elders never told…

Some journeys are made alone,
into the dark, in search of light,
isolated, your hope forlorn,
for the light is never right..

Life is a valley of tears,
try to swim, you drown,
is man your greatest fear,
or is it a woman’s frown?

I dream a dream to dream,
to one day see, truth denied,
to let out a joyous scream,
when I like whatever I find…

No one expects one so dumb,
to know the truth of life,
that a heart can win none,
unless she has a subtle knife…

No one expects one so dumb,
to have a soul so distinct,
to stay alive, heartsome,
yet have no basic instinct…

No one expects one so dumb,
that to stay alive and realize,
that if an Eve has around come,
she will deliver you real lies…

Never can this be done with,
gone as they say, with wind,
unicorns I dream are a myth,
and if I said anyone ever has listened…..

-Murdock

Goats 'n Roses

Long long ago in a distant land called Wisdom there was a beautiful garden called the Garden of Eternal Roses in the Valley of Peace. The garden was huge and it is said that it was so huge that people could never see the garden completely in a single day. This garden was all so huge that people came in flocks’ everyday to enjoy its beauty but as the days passed by the garden became dirtier and dirtier. The roses which gave life and colour to the garden began to wilt and soon people stopped coming and the garden closed down.

Adjacent to the garden at one edge there was a dark and spooky forest where creatures of your worst nightmares dwelled. As they sensed that the Garden of Eternal Roses was dying, they slowly crept in to inhabit the garden. Seeing this everyone in the villages nearby started moving farther away from the garden, everyone except one brave young boy from the village in the mountains. He had spent his whole life among the roses. They showered him more love than the villagers and the other kids at the orphanage. He couldn’t let the garden die as it was a part of him. Slowly little by little he grew tall and strong as the garden grew in beauty until people claimed that it was more beautiful than ever before.

All was well or so thought the people in the valley. Unlike before, the roses had more thorns in the sides and hurt anyone who dared sneak past the grumpy gardener. Soon even the trespassers grew weary and no one ever visited the garden except the gardener who lived there tending to the roses.

A rose is a rose. Amber to yellow, blue to white, pink to red there was every colour of rose in the garden. Their beauty was only surpassed by their arrogance. Kings were disgraced by their inaccessibility and queens were humbled by their glamour. People who knew the garden as it was before they destroyed it were no longer around to tell of its marvel and no one had seen the garden from the inside in over a hundred years and still there were rumours of a young man tending to the garden to see her grow. Some say that it was the same boy who revived the garden but no one knew for sure but one thing what everyone knew was that the garden was a beautiful place where people hurt if approached.

As centuries passed one day not so long ago, a kid from the mountains lost its way back home and stumbled into the garden. Terrified beyond reason he sat beside a bed of blue roses began to weep. As he wept he took a look around. It was nothing like what people told. There were no thorns in the roses beyond the border outer region of the garden and it looked like the roses just didn’t want people to come inside. Wiping the tears off, he began exploring the garden. He felt peace. It was so quiet, so isolated like a blessing. He kept walking blindly. The roses guided him. Finally he reached the river. As he reached down to have a sip he heard a twig snap behind him. Startled he turned back to see a stunning sight! Another boy about his own age, he had blue eyes and wore tattered clothes. He didn’t look lost nor did he look frightened to see someone else in the garden.

“Who are you and how did you get here?”

“I am from the village up in the mountains. I fell got lost in the mountains and stumbled here by mistake. How did you get here?”

“I too fell into the garden when I was younger and I’ve been here ever since but it’s now time for me to go home.”

“You have parents?”

“No I am an orphan, just like you.”

“Hey how do you know I am an orphan?!”

“I have to go. Take care of the roses. They have thorns but you should know better. Farewell.”

And the boy with the crown of thorns retreated into the bushes and disappeared but as he waved goodbye he could see that the boy’s hand bled with real blood and so did his legs like as though someone had hit nails into them.

CRISIS UL

Infinity Crisis

Speaking of crisis, my thoughts drift to my curriculum and the Indian educational system. All it implies is that the wise become wiser and the dumb become dumber.

Have you ever wondered why the symbol of infinity is a loop? It is because a loop never ends. Infinity is an undeterminable value on which life depends on. As a matter of reality, the infinite loop depicts the vicious circle of man’s accursed life. How they mock us!

Life and Death. The two most mediocre events in the history of mankind until they happen to you. Sometimes I still do wonder if “i” prefix is a clever scheme employing man’s unlimited greed and selfishness to their advantage. Look at it, even Steve Jobs’ book’s name is iCon. What a con you have pulled Jobs ji.

For one thing I have never understood mathematics after a certain period in my life. Looking back now, I feel that since the appearance of infinity in the number system, everything seems so approximate and inaccurate. As if the very fabric of the space is exist on is being challenged. Infinity is nature’s greatest parody on man’s life. Buzz Lightyear says, “To infinity and beyond.” I ask you, isn’t beyond infinity still infinity? Interesting, or maybe not. Do I look like I care?

Search for salvation is an infinite crisis. Salvation, my guru says, lies within one’s self, or maybe not. Every molecule, on which various establishments of faiths are built on, has been brutally questioned in a line. Teachings of every religion are purely subjective to suit needs of a particular region. When the flaws of the land influence the force of the mind, shouldn’t we be free to choose our path of glory. Glory for not only self but even the society and the entire human race! Yes, but didn’t you see the microscopic “Conditions Apply”. Too bad, for you.

Freedom. What is freedom? Is it the right to remain free and exploit your liberty beyond your domain or is it the right to choose the chains that will bind you? Man is never born free nor does he die in chains. Freedom to me is the Blacksmith of light. Nay not Lucifer, but like a blacksmith, it slaves in the dark to serve the light. It is the true essence of creativity. An idle mind is a devil’s workshop. An idle retarded insomniac inspired me to get creative and she happens to NOT be a worshipper of Satan or the guy who was given Posidon’s trident painted red to act badass. Well though the idle mind does reap its own destruction. Honest opinion has no commercial value thus is rendered useless.

Paradox is personified thought parallelized to parody the Plan. Yes obviously the Plan is life, the sketch by God. Few of the most mocking are, the lie paradox (I’m telling the truth about the fact that I’m lying… wait, say what??!), the salvation paradox (also known as the CheeseCharmer’s paradox), knowledge paradox (The more you learn, the more you don’t know), txtin paradox (Though the meaning is conveyed, the convention is expected to be followed) and the most important, irony paradox (Life….. Yup, that’s about it. Basically smaller the question, bigger the answer.) A paradox is once again a mockery of a different stock, of a different flock. Well God does have his angels. BTW angels were never mentioned to be pretty and Miss Goody Good. Seen the movie Legion? Yeaaa, thought so.

EPILOGUE:

1. Chaos. It is infinite. Does crisis bring about never ending chaos or does chaos bring about an infinite crisis?

2. Ridiculous. One sane word to define the educational system. Or should I say the educational industry private limited. Or educational industry private and very limited?

3. Insolence. Man is by far the world’s least suited survivor in a natural environment. Does he deserve to be at the top or is it analogous to the Indian test team’s ratings?

4. Selfish. Power and potential. Life is a rat race. No matter if you win or lose, you are still a greedy sneaky rat.

5. Idiocracy. Monarchy of mathematics is never the murder of the meticulous and the meritorious but of the meek. Well you know what God said, “And the Meek shall inherit the Earth.”

6. Sic. Life is never meant to be understood. When you feel you have completely understood life the alphabets rearrange. Especially letters 6-9.

7. Unique. Popularity is not so popular. Similarly neither is common sense. You choose to read this blog post. Not like I shared the URL on Facebook and tagged you in it.

8. Life. Life is a race. A race between a tiger and a deer. The deer will win because purpose is more important. But then again, didn’t you see the microscopic *Conditions Apply? Too bad.

PS: The post has been carefully written in ascending order of number of lines per paragraph. It terminates at 8 in order to appreciate the beauty of the magically harmonic number. I hope someone must have noticed that 8 also looks like the vertical version of infinity and I have carefully planned to make it come in the 3^rd paragraph as 3 looks like the symmetrical half of 8. Similarly the first letters of the first words of the first sentence in every point in the epilogue results in the title of my laments. The mild nature of my laments is also a hidden symbol to signify the chains I am held by. The use of the word sic is thanks to the new Literary Club I’ve joined in my college. Life is nothing but commercial crap. And yes, Epilogues don’t have Post Scripts. CRISIS UnLimited \m/

D Day

I still remember it as if it were yesterday. Some people may not even give it any significance but that was the day college felt like home. I was never good with people. To be frank not at all good with people! To speak meant to open my mouth in front of another person. Who knew what he had in mind? He could just shove a gun up my mouth when I open it for all I know! But well as guns were not permitted into college I guessed it was safe. I have been proved wrong infinite times, but still alive, still alone, ie no alter ego yet. I guess college was safe after all. Or maybe not.

I still remember that day as if it were yesterday. The first of many boring gatherings we were to have in the “amphitheater” or the hardly semicircular structure in my college called the gallery. It took them FOREVER to tell us about how we should behave during the Freshers Day and about our to-be-strictly-followed conduct in the college. The most important lesson of the day learnt was patience. Patience is a virtue well learnt in the hands of the authority.

Today exactly (almost) a year later I see my juniors assembling in the amphitheater aka gallery for learning the most important art of life and I remember the day as if it were yesterday.

“It was late, it was dark and there was light. The street was flooded with lights. I have a tough journey ahead of me and I stand alone. Hey I forgot to mention, I made some friends at the gallery. Maybe today in the bus I may not stand alone, but I will definitely be standing. I met a bunch of other souls who were later to make the dreaded journey back and forth with me daily for a really long time. The bus was crowded. And when I say crowded I mean cramped so bad that a bunch of sticks hang outside the bus which makes it look like a moving bus with a bunch of maize growing at the footboard that needs harvesting. LOL

I remember his face like it was yesterday. Every line and stubble so clear cut to detail. Brown eyes no different from the others but there was something about his eyes. A distinct loneliness, a deep bottomless pit of sorrow was disturbing. He was profusely sweating. He seemed tensed. There were beads of sweat on his brow, nose and the strangest of it all, at the corner of eye. It looked as if he were crying. Not weeping, not sobbing for the cruelty that befell him but shedding a silent tear for something, maybe someone. No one noticed him. He may be had a thing, maybe a superpower to be invisible to those around him.

I remember that day like it was just this moment as I write these very lines. The ticket collector walked past him, completely ignoring him. My friends, all of them on the bus looked past him. I never saw him get down. Not before my stop or at my stop, but as I turned to see him one last time after I got down the bus he just wasn’t there anymore. Hmmm, the whole crowd in the bus had gotten down at my stop. May be he got a seat to sit on the other side.”

MORAL: Bus le kootum T Nagar varraiku than…

The Perched Bird

Not a week has passed and here I am, wondering about my next holidays. It is not far away though. But in the time within, the horrors to transpire are unquestionable. Last half of the year was pretty much not like the previous half. Not many new faces, well at least not for me, no aim, no goal, no hope of even getting past the next 3 years. What is to become of me?

Nothing new, that’s for sure. Days pass, months pass, all those around me pass (pass by me and pass in the exams too :P) but one thing doesn’t, that is, memories of dawn. My childhood, my teenage, my adolescence and back to childhood. It all seems too good to be true.

College has begun; love is back in the air. Nah, not what you think it is. The mutual love between lecturers (I still don’t get why we call them lecturers. Well at least I know why we can’t call them teachers, because they don’t teach us anything.) And the students’ buds and blooms into a giant stinking rafflesia. Colorful but still stinks. My class is enclosed within a new set of four walls. I liked my old cage. It was nice, warm, bright, cozy, and secluding well connected. Yes I am of course referring to network connectivity. I get a cool phone and the jam runs out. Now the bread doesn’t taste good.

Well back to the point. What am I to do? Sometimes I feel that I have a purpose in life. Sometimes I feel that there is a greater meaning to my life than I can see but I just have to find it. I wish I was a bird. I could just fly high into the air, feel the wind gushing by haplessly as I maneuver through it, cutting across the magnetic lines of the earth’s magnetic field, defying gravity by manipulating the Bernoulli’s Law, making advantage of a flexible tail and inner hollow bones which along with a streamlined body help my journey through the mode of transport of Hermes. Point to note is I am an engineer who studied biology in school and wants to become a mythologist (English fanatics please don’t correct me, for I know not of the errors that transpire throughout mine blog.)

*Clears throat to emphasis that I am not repeating that I am getting back to the point after a pointless waste of time*

OH! You are still reading! Touché. I wonder how. A perched bird has a clear view of its surroundings. It is at the top of its level, at the top branch. Its vision of the future must be in its grasp. Should be.

Let me ask you something. What do you do when you are at the top of your world? Well other than make another movie flicked and revised from “Poca-i-did-not-copy-hantos”. You do not stay there. You want to know more, you wish to sore to greater heights. Not because you must but because you want to know if you can. Sometimes it takes a great fall to know if you can get back up. Sometimes all it takes is a little push to fall.

Well back again to the point, again, the perched bird my friend is not what you think it is. It is not at the top of its world. For a bird, that is the bottom! The sky, the sky is its limit. A bird that has conquered the heights of the tallest tree can always fly higher. To the bird the only position to beat is that of its own mark. Self competition is the path to excellence. Success is defined not by winning, but by beating yourself. In a world where war has ravaged lives of innocent in the name of the ambitious, a bird symbolizes something more than another living thing to be deep fried and flavored with sauces and spices once its roasted and stuffed with mashed potatoes and served on a silver platter with its head chopped off and its succulently vibrantly salted leg pieces protruding outwards into the air stirring an aroma of undeniable envy to taste. Sorry, got carried away.

(Due to unwillingness to die so soon at the expense of sending you to jail I shall end it now.)

Now coming back to the point, you may wonder why I have posted this obscure piece of an excuse of a blog. I ask you to ask yourself to ask me but answer to your conscious mind, did I share this? I would laugh the usual maniacal laughter but I am honored that you would read this by going out of the way. I truly am honored. Shreerama don’t murder me for I am sure you for one would have read it. Please wash your eyes before going any further.

The Perched Bird. Some say it’s getting ready to fly away. Others say it’s resting. Some say go do something worthwhile rather than sprout nonsense, but to them I tell you, I am a perched bird. I stay at a spot and savor the moment. I was on the lookout for a path to lead me to my glory, but instead I found something else. What drove me I never knew, but I realized one thing. I knew why this nonsense began. I realize it too late but I can rectify. I did rectify.

Some may realize I didn’t tell what had I spotted. Now I tell you. Food. Mom’s calling for dinner. Hope I am saner if not wiser once my stomach is full and hopefully my head too.

Someday, Some place

***Work shift mostly gets over by midnight. Be it a new order the company’s got or some extra favors being pulled in by influential clients to get the job done faster, he used to be out. In the mornings he wakes his two kids up and gets them ready for school. But not tonight. He must get the extra money.

For Babu his work at the construction company was as laborious as it can get. Breaking rocks in the hot sun is not fun. He never was that good at arithmetic in school. Algebra and English also did not come to him as naturally as it did to pretty much everyone else. Not that he didn’t try to study but it just never worked out. He dropped out of school because his father couldn’t afford it. He never knew his mother. He promised himself that he will come up in life and come home every day to his son and daughter.

***It was getting late. The rickshaw walla was an impatient chap. Babu’s kids were making him late today. He never quite had a problem with Babu’s kids. In fact he was close with Babu, since they went to school together. Or at least as long as they went to it. Babu’s kids were always on time, timid and kept to themselves. But they were smart and came first in class. His daughter and Babu’s son were in the same class. She told him about how intelligent Babu’s son was. Babu’s daughter was a year younger but equally sharp. He turned and saw his already overflowing rickshaw.

He justified to everyone who complained. Life must go on. Speaking of which, it’s about time he dropped the kids off at the school. One day won’t matter if they don’t come.


(As the rickshaw began to move)

***“Aiyoo. Today is the last day to pay money for the field trip and today Lakshman and Sita are both absent,” thought Devi, the rickshaw walla’s daughter. They had told they will ask their father for the money yesterday. But what if he had said no. is that why they did not come today? Now with whom will I have lunch today with?

***The class teacher of the 5^th grade class in the corporation school was a perfect example of how NOT a teacher should be. As the correspondent and ambassador of perhaps the most respected profession in the world, a teacher must instill the very basic values of human behavior in a modern organization and society in the children. More than a parent, a teacher must be a role model. But informing children to bring extra cash for their field trip and using it for his own purposes was not what one may call as a responsible adult let alone cultured and civilized.

“A low salary in a government job does not help. Why should someone care about money when you can’t use it? May be I can have some side business and earn extra cash. No, who will go and do work. Not a bad collection from this field trip money. Will it last for 4 days or only 3? May be I will have extra side dish tonight.”

(The previous evening)

***“When appa comes, will you ask him for money anna?”

It was 6.45 and with the fading sunlight and the daily power cut, the kids always had an eerie and weird feeling that someone was watching. Their father had told them it was their mother, but they were confused. They never saw her in the house.

Lakshman looked at his sister. She had not gone for the field trip last year because she had fallen ill. Appa got her a new dress because he felt bad that she couldn’t go. His father was always home when they were at home. In the morning he used to even pack lunch for them. In the nights he comes and gives a kiss on the forehead before he goes to sleep. He was yet to tell Devi but he had decided that he was not going ask appa for money.

“Anna, tell anna. Will you ask him sureeeeeeely by today?”

One look and your heart would break. Lakshman begins to cry. He doesn’t know how to explain it to her. Devi wipes off his tears as her eyes begin to fill with tears too.

“Anna please don’t cry. We will go next year. You also don’t ask appa and I also won’t ask appa.”

In this painful moment, wisdom beyond years shone in the eyes of these kids. Child is the father of man.

(The next day early morning)

***At the news station everyone is panicking. The female anchor was running late. The male anchor is still in the make-up room. One of the lighting sets was not working. There was still no weather report to read, the papers are misplaced. In the tension and heat, someone switches on the fan. Papers everywhere. T minus 15 minutes to air time.

15 minutes later, lights on, focus on anchorman. Studio back to normal.

“Vanakam, indraiya mukkiya chaidhigal.

India-Pakistan peace talks dates have been fixed. Prime minister flies to Islamabad next week. BJP claims in advance that the talks will not have caused any significant change but a probable raise in petrol prices soon.

In a recent shoot out at a remote sea shore 5kms north of Chennai City, coast guards have seized fire arms worth 2crore. Three unidentified men were shot dead. A Samaritan, Babu, who is said to have tipped the police on this exchange, was found dead on the shore along with the three smugglers.

In other regional news, the samatchir kalvi has been……

Epilogue:

Lakshman and Sita never once complained to God to have taken away his prophets away from them. Devi had mentioned in school some days that her dad had told his dad about the field trip and the amount. To Babu’s children, their father had died for the country, and they were proud of their father, just as how every Indian should be. Life is not worth living without money, but someday, some place, there always is something that matters more than all the money in this world.

(Untitled, unnamed, unthinkable, unbelievable)

There is a saying in Indian Veda scriptures that say,

”Maatha, Pithaa, Guru aur Bhagvan.”
It translates to; One’s Parents and teacher come in order of respect in heart before God..

“I can never been your Stan,
for everyone is your fan,
the world can but bow
down to our Jack Sparrow..
He’s as fit as a fiddle,
converses in riddles,
he beat Bruce Lee in judo,
he is the Bhutto..
Wise as a mage,
looks like a sage,
with time minds damp,
but not our champ..
A small wall that we built,
armed with wisdom to the hilt,
built under the hut,
that is Nut……”

Some days, one may walk across the mini OAT in our college and witness a mob or extraordinary set of exclusively enthusiastic extroverts gathered mostly hogging each other’s lunch. But in essence, the group is a multi regional, multi talented group of multiple personalities who are known as Kuttisevurians. Under normal circumstances one may also find an unnaturally thin, white, short, asian who is a relentless pursuer of intellectual information seated in a humble manner atop the Ascending Steps of the Stairs to Enlightened Vision. He is The Vignesh.

What happened in room 23 stays in room 23 but the very fabric of detail is too authoritatively authentic to be true. Tales of great deeds spread of a man of unthinkable IQ could be contained within walls! Something happened there. If not for the fact that I was there to witness it, I would have never believed it. Even now I don’t. You may ask that why should you believe it. Trust me, in the end, you will want to.

The human mind is a processor, in the terms of the computer age that has now long passed. But this disciple of the cult is the ultimate constantly upgrading version of perhaps the most creative processor this world will ever see. His very day to day activity is an outcome of wit and valorous. It mostly is shown through his humorously thought provoking statuses. No one would beg to differ. Provided the mind also works like an AI (or is it the other way around now?). It grasps and learns to imitate, to replicate, to reproduce, to reincarnate ideas, to reinvent, to re-evolve. Man may have fallen from grace and the less important evolution tree. But the mind is constantly evolving, learning from mistakes. Now to find how a genius’s mind works, I would suggest you, O esteemed reader, to contact The Vignesh.

Now a basic sneak peek into the in-depth analysis of the mind that beget the lines of multi-magnitudinal meaning. Best place to start? His lines of multi-magnitudinal meaning.

(Classification is on strictly wide basis)

1. Word play: Possibly the most widely enjoyed form of illuminated philosophy it also happens to be the most sought after mode of conveying a message to spark a thought. Ranging from punny puns to moronic oxymoron and from rhythmic rhymes to astounding alliterations, his hold over the figures of speech is commendable (pun NOT intended).

Tribute- Sympathetic has the word pathetic in it.

2. Politics: Probably the most pathetic state of affairs in a country arises due to politics. I still do feel that in a state, there’s a party always going on and they run the state by listening to their ego rather than their instincts and sense, let alone the people. As much as the sorry state of affairs is highly comical and ironically, it takes talent to cross a toe across the line and save skin. He can slip through to the other side and be back before the opposition knows what hit them. VIGNESH FOR PRESIDENT.

Tribute- If communism had prevailed in the world, architects would be extinct

3. Sequels: If something is a hit, what do you do? Build on it. A witty status works just the same way. Most people mess sequels up. But then, he is not most people.

Tribute- I know why communism never was a hit. All women couldn’t stand wearing the same thing.

4. Emotion: A man who makes other to think is a man of honor. A man who makes other to feel, to learn to live is a man of far greater honor. He is a teacher. He is a guru. He is The Vignesh.

Tribute- A man is like a tree. Simple. When you are above him, you see his labor’s fruits, his achievements and how far and wide he’s spread. But when you are under him, you see his true labor and strength. But not a woman, for she is like the wind that passes by the tree, seemingly everywhere yet nowhere.

5. Originality and Mystique: Even religions and societies imbibe or mould around a previous entity of same class. A thought is not different. Yet the passion to deliver in a manner the world has never seen before is the mark of a true gentleman. An allure surrounds the masterpieces as he makes them just out of reach of the mortal mind. Hmmm, I have always wondered why he doesn’t eat. I heard ichor n organic foods don’t mix well.

Tribute- The above four tributes are original and I bet no one understood it.

In a way I must say, that most of his works are seemingly random and out of the blue until the connection cord is struck. There always is one for no general statement is truly general. But I do not say that his strings of wisdoms are not understood. Or maybe I do. You know what they say; a genius is never understood in his time.

In short he’s a Fred and George package.

PS: HUNTO!

PSS: I you really didn’t get what I’ve written its okay. You will not be alone. And for the record this is an appreciation (though highly understated) of the man behind it all. The tributes are just a result of me trying to think like him. Well writing a blog is way more simpler when you have a role model.

PSSS: Sounds wrong in a certain level.

Brand India

Oh boy. The ultimate fact that a truly democratic country is impossible to maintain is a fact. Look at Athens. They had corruption issues way back in 500BC and it was more like Rajya Sabha and not “democracy” in its truest sense. Not everyone can have a say, nor can everyone take part. Actually, everyone just SHUT UP. You brought me to power and that’s all. Now it’s my rule of tyranny and dictatorship. Or so is the modern sense of Indian democracy. Forget democracy. There are countries in the world doing way better than “democratic republics”. Yes, most gulf countries have monarchs where a family rules the country and the king means more to the people than their own problem. Or not, for well, in the end it is every man for himself.

Education is a right everyone is entitled to. Literacy and education have their own differences. But the subtlety in the difference between the two and knowledge is too small yet highly complicated to comprehend. But the ironically comical fact is that the government plays with the lives of the youth of today. Today’s youth is an evergreen tag that has a greater sense of meaning and responsibility which every young mind in the country understands but is confused as they grow older. Reality is a hypocrite. Ego between political parties, corruption and big headedness is costing the future of minds that hold the eternal flame of the future of the world! The governments of today make us wonder if they ever even grew up. To hell with them, makes me wonder if it’s about time they grow a brain.

Oh God, please save the queen, and bless America while you are at it. If time permits help the Karnataka government to select a Chief Minister. I heard they have asked you to vote too this time. The least you could do is give them the sense to not select the CM by coin toss or thy forbid, rock, paper, scissor. But if they do select by means such as so mentioned would it be possible to telecast it? I love reality shows.

Ok, I was just kidding. Come on, let’s face it. I do not like reality shows. The commercialization of “reality” is an even more nauseating aspect. I actually despise reality shows. They are the biggest irony of the millennium. But saying so makes me a social outcast in the modern cultured and civilized world. Yea yea, whatever.

Parents and teachers have brainwashed the kids these days to think in terms of stereotype of individuals. People please think again! Life is not a Hindi serial!! Media these days not only play the sole role of communication but the dual role of inception and deception. They are the victim and the judge, the civilian and the politician, the douchbag and the dirtbag. But amongst all this pile of unadultered crap I find a truth. Life is but a king size pack of lies of a better greener side of pasture in the meadow of chance and opportunity to a better life.

But what is chance I ask thee. I shall cut the crap and get to it. Chance is of three main types or kinds.
1.) Chance: It is an opportunity. It is a hope. A ticket to fame and fortune, or maybe not. Ever heard of hard work? Yeah, thought so.
2.) Chance: It is a verb. It is a word. It is the promise to love. Circumstances lead to all but one moment that mankind wishes everyday to chance upon.
3.) Chance: It is a boon. It is a bane. It might but all mean you move back three spaces and find yourself in Old Kent Road.
Or that’s all matters here.

Speaking of what matters to an Indian, amongst other sectors, the film industry is by far the single most hottest, glamorous, glittery and idiotic thing that has single handedly ruined the Indian mind and the perspective of the Indian way of life. People feel branding us is going to work? Hell with them. Russell Peters is not your source of what the average Indian is. It is not even close. Do not underestimate us, FOR WE ARE AS STRONG AND UNITED AS WE ARE DIVERSE!! ARE WE NOT, MY FELLOW COUNTRYMEN!!!
*Not a sound from the crowd. Not a soul stirring. Why? Well I am not a celeb. Nor am I in politics to give you money to cheer for me. And I surely am not hired by the opposition to go on a fast unto death (or until the ruling party pays me more)

Every man for himself was not the way of any human. If one speaks for you, do at least cut the guy some slack. Some do. Most don’t care you exist. Stereotyping an Indian is the most difficult thing to do. The country is not filled with Sardars, nor does it have NRIs’ attempting an accent. To be honest, those accent buggers hardly even come to their native country. I am patriotic, I might be chauvinistic. But standing still for the national anthem is a rare sight but is essence, deep down within, when every fiber in our body rebels and revolts every time we hear the tune, we sing the song with our heart and soul. When every hair in our body raises, and we salute the spirit of the Aryan race, we all think and know only one unsaid truth; Untied by the most random and diverse social structure, WE ARE INDIANS!
JAI HIND

PS: I swear that i am up to no good. No, not solemnly.

NOTE TO READERS: Hey readers. I just wrote this because I felt like I had to say something about it (Not really. I was just bored.). I am not about to change the country for better or do anything about anything I have complained about. Heck, if i did, what makes me a "true" Indian, huh :P

The Enforcer that is the Hand of Zeus

Imagine that one day you awaken drenched in your own perspiration. The air is still. The wind has long died. The source of light begets only more problems to your scenario as it dazzles you with brightness as it boils your with heat. There lies no warmth in the bed you lay in, not that you need it to be any hotter. Oh that smell, that smell of dry air and dust in the air lingers. Have the Gods forgotten me? Have the Gods forsaken me? I didn't even feel that way when i had my left leg broken nor during my elbow injury. I am not the lightning thief, nor would I idiotically dare to commit such an act, but why has the Hand of Zeus not rescued me? No member in my mansion would have stopped something as precious from being delivered to me. And then it dawned on me. It was the full day “power cut day” today. Enna koduma sir idhu :’(

Abandoned by the brainchild of Tesla, I lay on the same bed, too lazy to get up. Mom has come to see me. I do not care if the previous government horded power, nor do I care for the ego of the present. I am but a lowly peasant, toiling in the realm of idleness and chronic boredom, with only dreams of living to uphold the name of my domain in the realm. It was but just 9 AM in the morning. As it turned 10 o’clock, my hopes against odds of it being an hour power cut had vanished. Then came the Call.

“Murdock, today, Wired, 11 o’clock, coming?”

God bless the Popcorn Gamers! Escape from Erebus for a guaranteed 4hours was more than a mortal could hope for. ****************************** (The gaming and strategy used in the 4hrs are not to be revealed. But I can gloat that it was TOTALLLLLLY WICKED FUN!!!! \m/). Anyway after a nice lunch (unlimited buffet) I head back to my household. Then strikes the horror.

The current was not back yet. My hopes of finishing Assassin’s Creed 2 by tonight were shattered. With college reopening the next day I sat on my bed, pondering. As confused I was of the path that lay ahead, I was clear in my head. But I was hearing things. Voices form a disembodied source. Angelic and soothing none the less. As it neared (due to my lack of response) it turned into my mom’s voice (not so angelic now is it) telling me to do what all I should have done in the entire holidays. Enslaved by the Hand of Zeus, or more like, by its absence, I set to work (I know. Me and cleaning-up work. Tell me about itL).

Minutes that seemed like hours passed by and I lost track. But then, when in shackles, one does not keep track of luxuries such as time, for it is lost and forever gone. This day I have learnt many things. Far too many to be shared but know this reader, to know that you are in the dark with nothing but 17%battery life left and still no signs of power returning back, it is best to keep things short and pretty much to yourself.

You may never know what might transpire, but know that nothing lasts forever.

Old School is so Coool

Hey don’t get me wrong here. I am not one of those guys who have fallen of the tree of evolution of thought and live in the 21^st century with retro ideas. I’m a vintage soul, a teenager of the new age, an ignorant dumb head, an individual bound n gagged by rules set for another age and the kind of rebel who thinks to do great things but leaves it at that. Is that what we have all come to be in the world? Has anyone here thought about wanting to be like someone when younger? Perhaps say, a role model or a reel model? Have we become what we wanted to be or least say, are we on the path to become what we dreamed of? Old school style of thought is priceless. Old school priority of what success in life meant was what was not only what was good for us but also what was right. Old school rocks.

But then again, who am I kidding. Who am I to tell all this? To someone elder to me, I’m some smart wannabe punk. To my peers, I might be weird for talking like a know it all. To someone younger, I am just talking utter unadultered rubbish. Everybody follow what they have been led to believe what life is about. Knock knock, reality check people. Grow up, sincerely some punk kid. Old school style of thought meant honor above all is a man’s most important virtue. It meant getting a kick ass new bike with the number TN-3253 \m/. But in today’s world where greed is God, honest men are most easy to manipulate. Anyone who stands against this tide of thought is but a foolish child. But the child is the father of man.

Majority of the people today live in the past. Wishing to make a mistake right. Wanting to have taken another path. Willing to waste their life grumbling about a wrong choice. The blame game is not going to lead them anywhere but to a lifetime of regret, sorrow and misery. Another part of the world’s community lives by trying to predict the future. Life is like dandruff, it is now and happening and even if you use the best of shampoo only 99.9% of it is perfectly under control giving you 99.9 ways out of hundred to make it come back.

Old school style, live by the past and not in it and definitely not for it, live for the future not in (i.e. do not count your eggs before they are hatched) it and impossible to live by it, live in the present for there is nothing else to do in the world but enjoy God’s present to mankind.

And then of course, there always is old school romance, as digitalized text on a plasma medium from a divine and friendly source said, is the best means of joy and happiness in the world. Well we all agree on that.

PS: To those few people in the world who still feel that life is but a means to an end, I dedicate this to you, for this is not advice nor “professional help” but just a hope to give you a spark to change your mind set to more “primitive” yet sensible approach to life.

PPS: No I will not put xoxo :P BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *evil laughter*

The Poor, The Poorer, and The Pathetic

Discrimination has occurred in variously many forms. From the color of our skin to the origin of our ancestors to the very latest on that list, money, people have been divided and ruled by tyrants and hypocrites. Though the worst of these tyrants is inevitably the human mind, the rate of decay of the human heart and soul also play a vital role in disgracing the very fabric that is humanity. Good is not always right and bad is not always wrong, but then what is greater good?

There has never been discrimination based on how thick ones purse is in the olden days. Well, not at least in the direct sense. And do not compare with movies, for they were made in recent times, even though titles suggest 10000BC, Troy, and Alexander. The rich have oppressed the poor and the poor have only become poorer. Is not talent and potential given a fair hand in this world? They try to grab it and they are called as uncivilized barbarians. They may be poor, but it is the rich who are pathetic.

A most recent of experiences told me two very strange new and upcoming horrifying levels of discrimination. One is of the literate and illiterate, in which a vast majority of the illiterate blames the literate for their sorry state of affairs. Just because I should wear a bag and travel to college in formals does not mean that I am to pay extra fare for an auto rickshaw. The fellow asks for an unbelievably high fare and argues that I study and buy a car and use petrol, thus am indirectly going to be responsible for future fuel price hikes! Preposterous! The educated had a higher sense of purpose in this world until came along vast tidings in corruption which ironically is the educated masses fault as we do not speak up. Do we need “Jai Baba” campaigns to save our country or are we enough? Of course we are but we can’t do anything about it. Who’s poorer now? Not Baba Ramdev for sure.

The second one was even more shocking. This trend has not affected my life to a greater extent. But teenagers or toddlers, adults or adolescents, none are spared. This is perhaps the worst sense of discrimination as it is more psychological than physical or congenital. The best way to put it is, “Well if you don’t have an Apple product then please change your name to iUseless”. Talk about pathetic.

People have lost the sense of monetary transactions in the modern age. The medium (unit) of monetary exchange was called as talents as it was your skill and talents that gave you a means to access of money. One can go to the extent of saying this sense was lost with the Roman Empire as ideologies split within the empire until it grew so weak that it was devoured by greed, corruption and betrayal to self conscience. To think of ideologies about money in Roman terms in today’s world, credit card companies should be dealt with in the fight club way. Well, but that’s just me.

Murdock Memories- Doubt

A mighty king had once asked Murdock to explain to him a doubt he had for since a very very long time. The king was no mere king. He was an emperor of all the kings in the land. Murdock, in all his wit and glory, asked the king what his doubt was. The tyrant in all joy and arrogance asked him,” Define life.”

The smallest of questions hold the most epic answers. For the good and well being of one’s self, one must be ignorant of certain aspects of nature. Ignorance is but a bliss. Murdock’s answer thus began as a poem. A tribute, to what he called, Life. The poem as I understood is, I have portrayed, in my own words. Wish I have done justice to the ultimate appreciation of the holy phenomenon that we all experience, yet never praise nor acknowledge but at the very end, beg for.

First Stanza:

I am what I believe I can do. I am what I want to be. I am what I make others to see in me. But to me, I am my greatest mystery. Every human being has a unique path set by the Gods. It is not our goal, it is not our aim. It is our fate. What our path is has been written already by hands we do not see. Why we exist, how we live, when we shine, for what we whine and whom we meet are all but a game. A game called life.

Second Stanza:

To live it through and achieve nothing is a disgrace to the boon. To live for an end is better than not to have lived at all. When we take our leave from this realm, as we take those final gasps of precious freedom, who is with us, why are they with us, how have we lived, when we live and what we have accomplished is what makes us worthy to have carried a soul.

Third Stanza:

We all have a special place in our heart for someone. Someone we love. Someone who loves us back. Someone we care about and to be cared for in return. The mind sooths as hearts merge. Who is that someone, when will we find them, how will we know, why would they show and for whom we live, we live beyond eternity.

Fourth Stanza:

In life we love some, we hate some. Anger is but what makes us human. Anger is what makes us sane. Rage is known to all in heaven and earth. Spirituality in life is but a means to control the anger and bottle the rage. All aspire to replicate the qualities of the deity we worship. Religion shows you who is God, how he looks, what we should see in him, whom to worship and I ask you what is so spiritual in doubting the one who loves you.

Fifth Stanza:

When our moment comes, all the pieces will fall into a random pattern. Into a pattern so random, so chaotic, that in name and essence it is known as the chaos theory. This theory has a key. A key for each outcome that may arise out of our actions. The key is called as truth. Consequences are but the other side. They may be good, they may be bad. When will it arrive, what is the cause, who decides the effect, for whom is it true and why not a lie to jailbreak the safe of trust.

Final Stanza:

Our moment of triumph shall lead us through our fate. The threads that connect us, link us, bind us, bond us, trust us as we trust it, shall show true grace, goodness and give glory. Sins of mankind are but a reminder, not for what we did, but for what we shouldn’t. It is a journey. An unaccredited, unchronicled, unique journey. A chance. A chance to create history, to imprint our footprints unto the sands of time and not the tides of time. What must we do, why should it be us, who shall help us, for whom shall we strive yet how can I ever share my destiny?

I ask myself doubts. I leave them unanswered. Don’t I not know the answer? Am I scared of the answer? Can I not face the truth? Will I not die for it? Shall I please help myself to the answers I seek? Must I not seek them out for I am meek? Ought the meek not to inherit the earth? For then I am but the meek.

I ask myself Who, Why, When, What, How and for Whom. Yet I did not ask who, for I live my life for me. I did not ask for whom I carry my soul, for I support it for myself. I did not ask what, for I know what love is. I did not ask why, for I trust in God. I did not ask how, for the truth shall set you free. I did not ask when, for my time to shine is forever now. And I shall never ask where, for it is right here, right now that I live my life and never doubt my destiny. Never doubt myself.

What Murdock said left the king spellbound, I felt no less.

Lion's Roar

They say that the lion is the most ferocious of all known mammals. His very name inspires pride or instills a fear of epic proportions that the prey is petrified in pure awe! He dons a mane of golden elegance around his neck that shines like it’s made of tendrils of gold strung together. His claws are like razors, tearing down his prey. When they hunt, they hunt together and they sync in mind, body, heart and soul thus taking down the opponent in grace, in style. It is said that his roar can be heard for up to 3miles. Ladies and gentlemen, I can proudly tell you that it is true. I hear it today. I hear it tonight. And I roar with them.

One of the most important qualities of the King of the Jungle is their magnanimity. Fair play in every walk of life. No underhand tricks. Face any challenge head on. Each opponent was treated with courtesy and given due respect. There was no grudge held against any others. The global Alpha lion that never flattered. There was no vengeance, no revenge. Well retribution is a different matter.

Sometimes the lions become lazy. The prey is taken a bit too lightly. Some mistakes are made. Some are over looked. Some considered not worth the effort. They got away. Yet we got them back. Hunting them down at home always. Never flattered at our den. Our Pride Rock. Unbeatable at home turf. This not only proves how strong the defense is but also how observant we are. Each inch of the stronghold roars with us in unison. They say that he who conquers himself conquers the world. No surprises there either.

No matter how big the challenge, no matter how many kings came, no knight rider nor daredevil, no warrior or duniya hilane wala, no tusker nor royal, no matter how big the charge was the opponents were dealt with. Efficiency at its maximum and effectively enjoyable.

This may be a tribute. This may be an attempt to appreciate the Kings of IPL. But friends I can tell you one thing. It is impossible to bind their name, fame, guts and glory in mere words! NAMMA CHENNAI KU WHISTLE PODU \m/

PS: NAMMA SINGUM DHONI KU PERRIYA WHISTLE ADINGA \m/ \m/ \m/

Murdock Memories- The Pensieve and The Alchemist

Dumbledore has one. Snape has one. Pretty much every somebody has one. One what exactly? Stone closet with skeletons? Pretty much sums it up. But what exactly is it. Fantasy and fiction apart, our brain is the ultimate natural pensieve. Thoughts and memories which lie deep within our sub-conscience like hidden potential, just waiting to be tapped out. I remember one of Murdock’s entries which spoke about something related to this. But he spoke of it in a different context though. His excerpts are below,

“…and to be quite frank with you, everyone in the blessed world has millions of thoughts. Thoughts formulate into ideas. Ideas that bubble up in the pensieve of memories and thoughts in their heads and turn into words. Metaphorically that is what happens. As a divine angel said unto me,

” You must strive to attain a bigger net of imagination. In our world, each mind is unique. Each mind is a mass of thoughts. A pond, a lake, a sea, an ocean or sometimes barren land. What we see inspires us, influences us or over takes us. One must be adept and calm in mind, body and soul to net better fish. Do not worry about the extinction of fish or of its variety for after all production, progress, fission and fusion of thought are an infinite process.”

She set me thinking. He who steals the nectar of tangled memory is a sinner beyond redemption for God gives us a unique device. This device is none the less our brain to give unto the world new blossoms of ideas. Now all have heard of alchemy. None, of its true meaning. I shall tell you a small incident,

‘From the age of the Pharaohs to this day, I have never once believed that I shall witness the true powers of alchemy. Alchemy as many of you know is governed by the most powerful number in the world. Nay, not petty five. One may have five senses and five fingers but the true beauty of nature lies in symmetry. A pair of two limbs-without which fingers and toes don’t exist, a pair of lobes- without which the body can’t decipher the codes of the senses. Four, my friends, is the most powerful number in the world. Four rules that govern alchemy.

“Dark and impure lead to glittery and noble gold,
the elixir of life, the cure to the soul he sold,
dissolve his sorrows, clarity to uphold,
shall give thee wisdom, O brave and bold.”
-Murdock (mid 2600 BC)

Almost two millenniums later there comes along a short resolute Frenchman. Flamel his name was, Nicolas Flamel. Determination and perseverance were redefined by him. Unlike most alchemists he was one of a kind. A true alchemist, who understood the four rules while others, in greed, knew two. Wisdom. They say he never really made the philosopher’s stone. Some say he did. I knew the truth.

The philosopher’s stone is not a stone. Why, it’s not even an object. It’s the human mind and thoughts which is man’s elixir. His mind and heart. The mind can transform a simple idea into a source of income. The pensieve in him holds his salvation. His memories save his soul from eternal damnation and his thoughts help better the lives of many of his fellow beings, thus is the true elixir of life. And the ultimate solvent? The mind can solve any problem, dissolve any trouble, distill any thought and destroy any evil. Ironically I am not surprised but it was the Chinese who figured out this clause of my poem. They are synonymous to clarity. And they maintain that their words ring clear in the minds of men, yet it’s meaning they must clarify. If they choose to. Calm but passionate, clear and peaceful. Hence it is again no surprise that they answer me in riddles. The Moon Pool, high atop in the Hall of Warriors in the Jade Palace through the Valley of Peace. My journey there proved to me that they have answered my riddle in full. Again Wisdom.

Let me explain. The water in the pool is clear and reflects, like a mirror, my image and portrays the contents of my pensieve to me. Collaterally, as a blossom of the peach tree fell on the crystal surface creating ripples, it distorted my image. Conscience. Clarity. Chinese.”

“He who looks deep into hisself shall see a sea of thoughts. He shall drown hisself in them is an Alchemist. He shall never want to return from his memories- his past, his fantasies- his future, into his nightmare- his present. But what he sees not is that his Pensieve is his nightmare- his dream world and those who are lost to it must awaken. Awaken.”

-Shravan “Murdock” Santosh…’

The above lines were found etched in a stone pillar among the debris of some kind of shrine near the Wu Dang Mountains. It still remains a mystery as to how those words were etched as they seem to use no tools or carving materials to inscribe them on stone. Though we all at least know who wrote them, don’t we.

Birthline- The Test of Time

He sat on the shore after a long day. It was a gesture of good will, a gesture to the people and to his conscience. Sitting on the golden shore he looked into the distance and could see the sun sink into the sea, the huge ball of fire being engulfed by the Mediterranean. How could the ocean consume the sun like that? And how did the sun rise again the next day restored to its former glory! No, not miraculous, not magic but nature. That was the nature of things. One must fall to rise. Winning without obstacles is just victory, he overcame obstacles, and thus he created history.

Le petit caporal. That’s what they called him. Nobility can fight in an army but they will never work. He was nobility, in title and in essence. He was born to rule the seas but never went to the navy. A challenge he saw in anything and everything. At the Siege of Toulon, he rode defying the conventional strategies and led his self devised assault in which he injured himself but emerged victorious. In his own way, he rose to command the French army in Italy after being demoted. He fell to rise again.

He fell many times over only to rise again greater than before. He helped himself to treaties by backing empires into corners. His assessment of outcomes based on numbers and deception by inception was a unique skill he deployed on his enemies. He saw the consequences of his words and actions and acted accordingly. No man has every commanded an army which he treated as his own family. He never lost many men. His tongue spoke where it should and stalled when it should. He conquered the Alps. He was like no other the world had seen in a while, and they were baffled. His wars led to peace. He didn’t rule the people, he served them. On 2^nd of December, 1804 he was crowned the Emperor of France.

His rise to power was unprecedented. No one had witnessed a man rise to such heights. His fall, when it came, was too grave. As to be repeated by another great hero in years to come, the Russian weather was his undoing. His fall would have not struck him hard if not for the deaths in his family. His men, his toils of sweat, tears and blood. The heart could not take the fall.

Exiled to the island of Elba, he waited. His fall was great, his rise will be greater. Seas surrounding were swarming with British dogs. But dogs are chained by masters, and the masters were blind bats. He returned in style. Men of Honor are different from the tyrants of Europe. Corsican blood was beget to be spilt for the glory of France. He fought. He slew. He conquered. He won. Talks of false friendships to subdue the Imperial Majesty by the Grace of God between Prussia and Great Britain were held. He laughed at their faces. Despite his failing health, on the 18^th of June 1815, he went out to battle at Waterloo. Against all odds he won the battle fair and square, but…..

So much to do, with so little time. So much time, with nothing to do. How nice would it be if we could put time in a storage facility and use it when we want at our leisurely pace. We would then have all the time in the world! The very thought sets us dreaming of dreams and countless scenarios where we may benefit from stored time. But as always, only time will tell.

“I may win some battles in life, I may lose most, but what matters to me is what I do and only what I am responsible for and thus I am Immortal.”

-Shravan “Murdock” Santosh