"An idle mind is a devil's workshop !"......
This is an oft- repeated quote that I've been hearing ever since my lower classes when I'd a lil' chapter on it in my moral science textbook..... well, i really think the time's now come to think out of the box and ponder over the quote......
I beg to differ !!.....
The human mind isn't a mean machine ; it too needs a break from the cut-throat competition around it. Darwin may have coined the term ' survival of the fittest', but what we fail to understand from this, is that we humans are engaged in an eternal struggle among ourselves for space both knowingly and unknowingly . Instead we are a race of people that portrays ourselves as the champions of the wild and subject innumerable mice, monkeys, guinea pigs and what-nots to series of goddamn experiments .... what these seek out to achieve in the name of science and humanity is utterly debatable and suspicious but let's drive out this whole lot of conspiracy theories from our minds.
We slug it out in a world where personal space is the least cared-for commodity.
We are driven by our needs that mulitply exponentially with every passing second of our existence......c'mon where's the place for a lil' peace , or rather a lil' break from the mad rat race that occupies every moment of our lives ? Where's the happiness , where're the smiles , where've all the good Samaritans gone ? Aren't we living in a glasshouse.....aren't we living out a puppet-show? ..... Others' opinions matter a lot to us... but where has all the individuality gone? Why is it that our first and foremost priority is what others think about us ?
Our lives are indeed driven by farcical plots... We are a busy race , constantly chugging it along..... But hasn't all the monotony reached a crescendo ?...... The world's always been partial to the go-getters and the doors of opportunity are always shut for the "idlers" and romantics..... I suspect a bit of nepotism involved here as the go-getters've always tried to encourage more of their ilk ...all this happening while the idlers are left to sulk further...!
What charm is left in this world if it's teeming with these 'busybees' ?........ The world needs a break.....it needs to slow down...... lets not brandish swords at the 'idlers' and call them servants of the Temptor.... Keats, Shelley,Coleridge,Tennyson,Wordsworth and even the great Bard himself, all have been 'idlers'...... If these towering colossus of literature hadn't been romantics , what beauty would have been there in this great language ?
Agreed, the world may need it's workaholics, but it needs a fair share of idlers as well!
So, folks, let's not deride these magnificent and often enigmatic breed of people in terms of the work they put in , but laud them for the sheer essence and vigour that they infuse into the world around them..... And, the first step towards creating such an evenly balanced world lies not in moral refinement but rather in scrapping that lil' chapter in the aforementioned moral science textbook ! Old habits die hard.....so atleast let the generation-Y wake up to the truth !
Way to go, all ye "idlers" out there........
(errrr....well, almost quite so....... !! )
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
The Light Of My Life
Alas,even a miniscule drop of the warm rain,
Which pelts down remorselessly on this scorched and barren earth,
Lacks any warmth,emotion and compassion.
But She had it all,though in abundance,
Blessed by the Hand of Fate,
And fashioned by Destiny,
Which has brought to a screeching halt,
The aspirations and endeavours of many a gaping heart.
She was a sight to behold,grace personified,
Full of life,every breath of air she took,
Filled the air with fragrance and freshness.
She was the cynosure of all eyes,
Described as a gift from Heaven to the reeking earth,
To return it to the lively paradise it once had been,
To be the place of her birth and her homeland.
The sky which stretched plain and wide,in an endless blue streak,
Can't match the sea of compassion in her heart,
Which can drown all the hatred and evils of the world.
The ever-swaying emotions of that good-natured heart,
Outshines the cold breeze,
Which marks the end of summer and onset of autumn
With its capacity to overwhelm the air
And the warmth of her heart can melt even the coldest of hearts.
There she is,gazing into the distance like a lost kid,
Carrying the weight of many a loving heart in her own
While whistling a tune,which makes a thousand eyes
Turn towards her,ready to dissolve in it forever
As she sets foot on the now muddy earth.
But even the mud can't stain her tender skin or her white pristine clothes.
Her black strands of hair dance in the breeze,
Spreading the fragrance of Love in the moist air.
Rain,the perpetual spoilsport,couldn't do anything,
To take away the glory of her appearance,as it gradually died away,
Making way for the benevolent Sun
To beam down his warm rays of light on the heavenly setting.
She,unspoiled by the rain,reached a lush green meadow,
Which stretched far and wide with many sheep grazing at will.
She was absolute poetry in motion,
Lending a mystic presence to the whole setting.
I watched dumbstruck,as she came along
And asked me to permit her to play with the mischievous little sheep.
I bowed to her giving her my permission,
To which she responded with a cherubic smile
And shook my hand and went away gaily.
I sat dazed,feeling the warmth of her presence all over me,
Engulfing me in a deep maelstorm of emotions,
From which I was sure I couldn't recover.
She played with the sheep,sang them songs
Which along with the harmonious air produced heavenly music
That resonated in my love-torn heart.
I gazed at her as if in a trance,
A trance from which I never wanted to recover.
I didn't know that time was slipping away,
Announcing the arrival of dusk,
Which was going to be the most heart-wrenching moment in my life,
Though I didn't know it then.
She came to me to thank me,once and for all,I should say,
And then she turned away,going home in the enveloping darkness.
At that moment,I knew it was the last
I would see of her,unless....
I ran to her and led her to her house.
As she turned to open the gates,I knew
'Twas the most important moment of my life.
Fate,the ever benevolent lady,provided me with a golden opportunity.
I asked her the question,that all important question,
The answer to which decided the answer to my Life.
I stammered,at which the dark clouds in the night sky
began to roll away making way for the pale Moon,
To shine all Her radiance upon us.
I gathered my new-found courage to continue;
When I stopped,the darkness engulfed us again.
But she shone,like a million stars,to give that answer
Which would be the crowning moment in my life.
I took her hand,squeezed it gently to suggest my feelings.
But she slipped her delicate hand from my cold grip,
Smiled at me,opened the gates,went in
And closed the gates upon me.
Then,I heard a deafening thunderbolt roar in the distant black mountains,
But none could match the one which hit my heart.
I was deserted by all,
The gracious Moon,the ever-benevolent Lady Fate
And finally by my own Love.
I was doomed,for the rest of my life.
I knew it then as I trod down the long winding path,
To the meadows,in darkness,the light having gone out of my life,
To my sheep.
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Which pelts down remorselessly on this scorched and barren earth,
Lacks any warmth,emotion and compassion.
But She had it all,though in abundance,
Blessed by the Hand of Fate,
And fashioned by Destiny,
Which has brought to a screeching halt,
The aspirations and endeavours of many a gaping heart.
She was a sight to behold,grace personified,
Full of life,every breath of air she took,
Filled the air with fragrance and freshness.
She was the cynosure of all eyes,
Described as a gift from Heaven to the reeking earth,
To return it to the lively paradise it once had been,
To be the place of her birth and her homeland.
The sky which stretched plain and wide,in an endless blue streak,
Can't match the sea of compassion in her heart,
Which can drown all the hatred and evils of the world.
The ever-swaying emotions of that good-natured heart,
Outshines the cold breeze,
Which marks the end of summer and onset of autumn
With its capacity to overwhelm the air
And the warmth of her heart can melt even the coldest of hearts.
There she is,gazing into the distance like a lost kid,
Carrying the weight of many a loving heart in her own
While whistling a tune,which makes a thousand eyes
Turn towards her,ready to dissolve in it forever
As she sets foot on the now muddy earth.
But even the mud can't stain her tender skin or her white pristine clothes.
Her black strands of hair dance in the breeze,
Spreading the fragrance of Love in the moist air.
Rain,the perpetual spoilsport,couldn't do anything,
To take away the glory of her appearance,as it gradually died away,
Making way for the benevolent Sun
To beam down his warm rays of light on the heavenly setting.
She,unspoiled by the rain,reached a lush green meadow,
Which stretched far and wide with many sheep grazing at will.
She was absolute poetry in motion,
Lending a mystic presence to the whole setting.
I watched dumbstruck,as she came along
And asked me to permit her to play with the mischievous little sheep.
I bowed to her giving her my permission,
To which she responded with a cherubic smile
And shook my hand and went away gaily.
I sat dazed,feeling the warmth of her presence all over me,
Engulfing me in a deep maelstorm of emotions,
From which I was sure I couldn't recover.
She played with the sheep,sang them songs
Which along with the harmonious air produced heavenly music
That resonated in my love-torn heart.
I gazed at her as if in a trance,
A trance from which I never wanted to recover.
I didn't know that time was slipping away,
Announcing the arrival of dusk,
Which was going to be the most heart-wrenching moment in my life,
Though I didn't know it then.
She came to me to thank me,once and for all,I should say,
And then she turned away,going home in the enveloping darkness.
At that moment,I knew it was the last
I would see of her,unless....
I ran to her and led her to her house.
As she turned to open the gates,I knew
'Twas the most important moment of my life.
Fate,the ever benevolent lady,provided me with a golden opportunity.
I asked her the question,that all important question,
The answer to which decided the answer to my Life.
I stammered,at which the dark clouds in the night sky
began to roll away making way for the pale Moon,
To shine all Her radiance upon us.
I gathered my new-found courage to continue;
When I stopped,the darkness engulfed us again.
But she shone,like a million stars,to give that answer
Which would be the crowning moment in my life.
I took her hand,squeezed it gently to suggest my feelings.
But she slipped her delicate hand from my cold grip,
Smiled at me,opened the gates,went in
And closed the gates upon me.
Then,I heard a deafening thunderbolt roar in the distant black mountains,
But none could match the one which hit my heart.
I was deserted by all,
The gracious Moon,the ever-benevolent Lady Fate
And finally by my own Love.
I was doomed,for the rest of my life.
I knew it then as I trod down the long winding path,
To the meadows,in darkness,the light having gone out of my life,
To my sheep.
__________________________
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The Tramp
I stand dazed, the swirling dust leaving me in a trance.
The road lay winding down the hill with no end in sight;
Still, the rocks impede my vision and the strain becomes seething.
I'm suffering, the pangs of guilt will forever bother me,
Retribution stares at me in the face and I've nowhere to hide,
I'll have to make one last stand but pragmatism advises otherwise.
The earth beneath me is muddy and the muck reeks of shame;
Contempt's my fellow traveller and forever it shall be,
The ways of the world are for sure fettered to bigotry,
My vows remain unfulfilled and I'm left to rue my failed endeavours.
Overhead, the azure roof's suddenly lost its sparkle,
As much as my withered existence which has forgotten all traces of vivacity.
The past comes flooding back
And the deluge threatens to drown the future;
Here, I cling on to a dinghy of the present.
The waters are dark and deep , abound in treachery and deceit,
So I must steer my ferry to safety,
But the harbours of hope are too few and shrouded from my vision.
The path lay untrodden before me;
And I'll have to grope my way through the all-encompassing darkness.
The perils are hitherto unknown
And there's no beacon of light to guide me.
Adversity is prevalent , but I must endure them all
For my life is a journey with no way-side inns to look forward to.
Morbid sights are to there to behold and shudder at,
Fountains of joy are but rare occurrences .
The clear springs of reason have long dried up
And thirst is an ever-increasing comrade.
I shut out my hazy vision in desperation
But my mind's still entwined in the tentacles of time.
The road lay winding down the hill with no end in sight;
Still, the rocks impede my vision and the strain becomes seething.
I'm suffering, the pangs of guilt will forever bother me,
Retribution stares at me in the face and I've nowhere to hide,
I'll have to make one last stand but pragmatism advises otherwise.
The earth beneath me is muddy and the muck reeks of shame;
Contempt's my fellow traveller and forever it shall be,
The ways of the world are for sure fettered to bigotry,
My vows remain unfulfilled and I'm left to rue my failed endeavours.
Overhead, the azure roof's suddenly lost its sparkle,
As much as my withered existence which has forgotten all traces of vivacity.
The past comes flooding back
And the deluge threatens to drown the future;
Here, I cling on to a dinghy of the present.
The waters are dark and deep , abound in treachery and deceit,
So I must steer my ferry to safety,
But the harbours of hope are too few and shrouded from my vision.
The path lay untrodden before me;
And I'll have to grope my way through the all-encompassing darkness.
The perils are hitherto unknown
And there's no beacon of light to guide me.
Adversity is prevalent , but I must endure them all
For my life is a journey with no way-side inns to look forward to.
Morbid sights are to there to behold and shudder at,
Fountains of joy are but rare occurrences .
The clear springs of reason have long dried up
And thirst is an ever-increasing comrade.
I shut out my hazy vision in desperation
But my mind's still entwined in the tentacles of time.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
a typical sunday speeds by in a jiffy....
Y'day was like every other Sunday of my life...relaxing, peaceful n invigorating.... 'twas nothing special, but still i 'm a person who "lives" every second of my life.... perhaps, this must be the 1st time i''m looking back on a day that'd just got over ( u might think that i'm not a person who cares about the past, but i strive to be different ...it's just that i've such an awful memory ! )
As always, i overslept... So the day started quite late for me..... i quite don't know how i wake up every morning...i'm naturally laidback that i find even the simple act of getting up from my bed to be a taxing daily chore which i hate to the hilt..... this sunday promised to be different from the earlier & the whole of my family had the very same expectation... after one of the most traumatic sundays that u could ever ask for, this one was waiting to be spent with a little bit of joy!
Things got moving when elf called n reminded me about IMS class... n i hadn't even taken a bath.... fast forward 45 mts n i was waiting for elf @ p'ppara bus stop... for the first time i was early n he was late...in between , bomber called n fixed an "appointment" @ mahesh's...
'twas a very stressfree that class that took place @ IMS... thank lord that it was so.... otherwise i would've slept my head off....(Boy, the AC there works overtime to freeze us poor students to the bone... ) ..... as usual , it was play time after class n for the 2nd str8 day i scooted ! this time i'd company though... kk,jindan,elf n srjt also were in no mood to play....ajay tried to pin me down there but i somehow wriggled my way out...
I was back to santhi nagar colony after a long time !... as always , i dropped a glance @ the park on my way to mahesh's house.... and lo, there was the park with all the bush n grass shaved off !.... n that meant i could play dear dear cricket after a long time in the park.... there was a surprise waiting for me @ his house in the form of amith...i didn't know that he was @ tvm... lil' did i know that i'd be left high n dry in a few minutes... i could only watch in horror as he sent a flirty sms from my fon to a special friend with whom i often keep in touch .... i was sweating profusely by the time the del. report of that sms arrived !!.. i kept on swearing @ amith all the time though ( it's another matter that whenever i get cross or swear @ ny1 , i dont' mean anything in my mind ! )......
Soon, mickey ,' keeni' , bomber n kichu arrived.... my predicament became the laughing stock of the day.... a lot of stories followed n it was just like ol' times.... a blast from the past indeed ! A lot of funny incidents,swearing,girl-talk,abuses, remembrances etc.... ! Mahesh was in no mood to relent even we kept egging him to step into the sunshine n play a game of cricket.... after a while . our efforts were successful though ... i won't go into the details of the match as i feel it's inconsequential ..... nwayz, the good news 's that i regained my touch with the bat ...( i know boasting or waxing eloquent on oneself is bad, but feeling happy from within after almost 2 years of groping with the bat is proof enough that i'm a lot better now. )
Resting together after a tough match, grouped in a huddle , on the colony stage in the park ,has always been something which i always 4ward to..... the "discussions" continued long into the night until the mosquitoes became unbearable..... these discussions contain what i call the "flavour of life "... these symbolize everything that happens in a normal college guy's life!
A lot of data transfer courtesy Bluetooth! also occurred ( we sure are moving with the times!)
Time sped by until the allure of home got the better of my intentions to stay a lil' while longer....'twas time for goodbyes n everyone went home... i dropped keeni @ his home....( i ought to be grateful for the innumerable times he's come 2 pick me up from my home! ) So ended the better part of the day !
I'd started 'Far From The Madding Crowd' the day b4 but i couldn't get down to read once again as internet n chatting proved once more what time-killers they really are..... 2day also went by without even a single glance @ Hardy's gr8 novel....atleast out of respect for such a gr8 book , i need to rejuvenate my reading habit once more... btw, i'm still suffering from a "Rebecca" hangover..... I must start reading soon !!
As always, i overslept... So the day started quite late for me..... i quite don't know how i wake up every morning...i'm naturally laidback that i find even the simple act of getting up from my bed to be a taxing daily chore which i hate to the hilt..... this sunday promised to be different from the earlier & the whole of my family had the very same expectation... after one of the most traumatic sundays that u could ever ask for, this one was waiting to be spent with a little bit of joy!
Things got moving when elf called n reminded me about IMS class... n i hadn't even taken a bath.... fast forward 45 mts n i was waiting for elf @ p'ppara bus stop... for the first time i was early n he was late...in between , bomber called n fixed an "appointment" @ mahesh's...
'twas a very stressfree that class that took place @ IMS... thank lord that it was so.... otherwise i would've slept my head off....(Boy, the AC there works overtime to freeze us poor students to the bone... ) ..... as usual , it was play time after class n for the 2nd str8 day i scooted ! this time i'd company though... kk,jindan,elf n srjt also were in no mood to play....ajay tried to pin me down there but i somehow wriggled my way out...
I was back to santhi nagar colony after a long time !... as always , i dropped a glance @ the park on my way to mahesh's house.... and lo, there was the park with all the bush n grass shaved off !.... n that meant i could play dear dear cricket after a long time in the park.... there was a surprise waiting for me @ his house in the form of amith...i didn't know that he was @ tvm... lil' did i know that i'd be left high n dry in a few minutes... i could only watch in horror as he sent a flirty sms from my fon to a special friend with whom i often keep in touch .... i was sweating profusely by the time the del. report of that sms arrived !!.. i kept on swearing @ amith all the time though ( it's another matter that whenever i get cross or swear @ ny1 , i dont' mean anything in my mind ! )......
Soon, mickey ,' keeni' , bomber n kichu arrived.... my predicament became the laughing stock of the day.... a lot of stories followed n it was just like ol' times.... a blast from the past indeed ! A lot of funny incidents,swearing,girl-talk,abuses, remembrances etc.... ! Mahesh was in no mood to relent even we kept egging him to step into the sunshine n play a game of cricket.... after a while . our efforts were successful though ... i won't go into the details of the match as i feel it's inconsequential ..... nwayz, the good news 's that i regained my touch with the bat ...( i know boasting or waxing eloquent on oneself is bad, but feeling happy from within after almost 2 years of groping with the bat is proof enough that i'm a lot better now. )
Resting together after a tough match, grouped in a huddle , on the colony stage in the park ,has always been something which i always 4ward to..... the "discussions" continued long into the night until the mosquitoes became unbearable..... these discussions contain what i call the "flavour of life "... these symbolize everything that happens in a normal college guy's life!
A lot of data transfer courtesy Bluetooth! also occurred ( we sure are moving with the times!)
Time sped by until the allure of home got the better of my intentions to stay a lil' while longer....'twas time for goodbyes n everyone went home... i dropped keeni @ his home....( i ought to be grateful for the innumerable times he's come 2 pick me up from my home! ) So ended the better part of the day !
I'd started 'Far From The Madding Crowd' the day b4 but i couldn't get down to read once again as internet n chatting proved once more what time-killers they really are..... 2day also went by without even a single glance @ Hardy's gr8 novel....atleast out of respect for such a gr8 book , i need to rejuvenate my reading habit once more... btw, i'm still suffering from a "Rebecca" hangover..... I must start reading soon !!
hello world !
wow... my erstwhile blog got too public... now, this new one promises much but i'm not putting too many things into perspective....i always make vows to be more of a regular blogger but constraints over which i've got absolutley no control, threaten otherwise...nwayz, i'll strive to see that i won't go down the winding paths of laziness once more like what happened with my earlier one...
This blog epitomizes everything that I stand for... be it my aspirations n thoughts , my joys n sorrows...everything...! i love scribbling n i love blabbering .....so blogging promises to give vent to my long-cherished goal of doing something creative atleast in the literary sense..... i hope this 'll give a new dimension to my escapades in the cyberspace....
Since this's my 1st post , i give a disclaimer that, whatever i blog about here, is absolutely true to the word n r jotted down with the most innocent n sacred of intentions...
I also swear with utmost ferocity with that i shall keep out the hounds of cynicism from ravaging this sweet space of mine in cyberspace....
This blog epitomizes everything that I stand for... be it my aspirations n thoughts , my joys n sorrows...everything...! i love scribbling n i love blabbering .....so blogging promises to give vent to my long-cherished goal of doing something creative atleast in the literary sense..... i hope this 'll give a new dimension to my escapades in the cyberspace....
Since this's my 1st post , i give a disclaimer that, whatever i blog about here, is absolutely true to the word n r jotted down with the most innocent n sacred of intentions...
I also swear with utmost ferocity with that i shall keep out the hounds of cynicism from ravaging this sweet space of mine in cyberspace....
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