Picture1: Good ol me merrily walkin down the road with 40+ sun right in my face, lame ass motorcyclists pumping Carbon Monoxide into my lungs, random dogs bumping into me and then acting like it was my fault, headache, dehydration.. good ol me merrily walkin down the road
Picture2: Most gorgeous girl I've ever seen appears in my field of vision
Picture 3: Me, with a surprised face cuz most gorgeous girl I've ever seen smiled at me
Picture 4: My mind's memory mechanism working on overdrive to re-collect some info about most gorgeous girl I've ever seen
Picture 5: Image of most gorgeous girl I've ever seen covers more of my field of vision
Picture 6: My mildly panick attacked face with 'rock show? coffee day? tuition?' floating like bubbles around my head
Picture 7: Image of most gorgeous girl I've ever seen covers even more of my field of vision
Picture 8: Most gorgeous girl I've ever seen SAYING "hello"
Picture 9: Dejected me with 'GM Long hair GM Bluetooth devices GM cell phones GM technology' floating like bubbles around my head
No Force
Shapeless it would twist like a hallucinogenic dream
Light would lash against it, emblazoned
Unlike the creatures of the night, it would stand forth, proud but formless
In spite of the darkness that covered it, it would laugh at its enemies
Never knowing its purpose, form or cast
Like in a maze, it would ooze itself all over, with a logic that defines the logic that so sought to bind it
She was in pain, of course, which wouldn't? For she called out in desperation
But where there was no medium for the plea to travel, for she was alone
All he could do was wait, wait for the nothingness to come and overpower him
Like that little jigsaw that was falling into play, formless, the being was a slave to its own form
For there was no force to guide it, bind it, hold it, comfort it.
For there was light that shone through it,
For all creatures made of light
For all the darkness that surrounded it
It was still a being of light
Light would lash against it, emblazoned
Unlike the creatures of the night, it would stand forth, proud but formless
In spite of the darkness that covered it, it would laugh at its enemies
Never knowing its purpose, form or cast
Like in a maze, it would ooze itself all over, with a logic that defines the logic that so sought to bind it
She was in pain, of course, which wouldn't? For she called out in desperation
But where there was no medium for the plea to travel, for she was alone
All he could do was wait, wait for the nothingness to come and overpower him
Like that little jigsaw that was falling into play, formless, the being was a slave to its own form
For there was no force to guide it, bind it, hold it, comfort it.
For there was light that shone through it,
For all creatures made of light
For all the darkness that surrounded it
It was still a being of light
New Blog
The following is a link to my stories that I've put in a separate blog. Hope you like it!
Chow!!
http://thestorysjustanexcusepart1.blogspot.com/
Chow!!
http://thestorysjustanexcusepart1.blogspot.com/
An Old Woman, The MTC and Me
There is always a sense of bonding among the people traveling in these kings of the city roads, a bond of brotherhood, comradeship and a sense of adjustment that lasts as long as your journey does. But less so for the pretty ladies.. because they are, well .. pretty ladies and so also for those of fair complexion and wearing a t-shir
t, maybe its the anti-hindi under current or maybe its just the appearance of a seeming stranger much unlike the working class that populace the bus. It was on one of these days, when an almost 'once-in-a-life-time' opportunity of sitting down opened up before me. But lo! approached a deserving old lady with her little granddaughter, asking for the seat. My legs of course knew they could take the strain of holding on for a few more stops, and after their gracious go-ahead, I gladly asked the lady to take the seat. No, this wasn't your usual "thank you, you saved my life" kinda situation. The old lady simply sat down and stared out the window. But as I turned around to look at my co-passengers, the look of horror across their face was undeniable. I had given up a seat.I had sinned. Or had I?
Freedom
The law and constitution guarantees physical freedom.
Mental and psychological freedom, on the other hand has to be EARNED.
Mental and psychological freedom, on the other hand has to be EARNED.
The Circle Of Hate
On a recent show that I saw, the chief protagonist challenges a bunch of terrorist as to why they had taken over a hotel and holding hostages, to which the leader of the terrorist fit replies that they want the world to know that they exist and the cause that they support. The protagonist kills him. The last word that the terrorist hears goes something like this "Terrorism should be a means to meet out justice, not for foolish propaganda like yours". This got me thinking.
What does modern terrorism really hope to achieve. Honestly, i don't know nor do I trust the media enough to trust what they say(even if they really DO). But the need for terrorism does stem from some injustice that has been carried out on the terrorist's country. And they believe that their acts of terrorism will rectify the damage that is done.
But what happens when you kill another human being? You destroy his/her family and friends. You make their lives miserable. Is that not an injustice on the person who is killed? Won't his/her associates want to extract justice(i.e. revenge) for the death? The circle of hate never stops. This circle is THE chief cause of all the blood shed in the world today. Think about it.
But a non-violent path breaks this circle. What is the worst that can happen if a strike or hartal is committed? It annoys the f*** out of the government. It constricts the economy, yes.. but the oppressors can have no reason to HATE the protesters. There will be no HATE.
Lets see how tanks can role over Iraqi people sitting on the street refusing them passage.
-After World War I, the British left Germany as their enemies. World War II followed.
-After India's struggle for freedom, the British left the country as friends and well wishers. They didn't turn around and shoot us dead again.
This might have been Gandhi's greatest achievement...
O.o
Art Appreciation
- Salavador DaliThe sacred fire within,
The light of all enlightenment,
The sacred feminine,
The third eye
No, i don't care what Dali really wanted it to represent or what the painting is really called.
To Give Or Not To Give
Once....
Heart:Give the poor girl some change. She could really use it.
Mind:This is so annoying, I was having such a good conversation. Now the flow is broken.Damn. Anyway lets see what the others do. Some one's bound to give some money and she'll go away.
Cousin: Dude, never give money to beggars. Begging should be treated as an industry and each time you give money to a beggar you are encouraging it. You are 'buying' your right to not feel pity. And the individual beggars don't even get the cash. It goes to the local goondas anyway and the beggars themselves get a small portion of it. If you don't give them cash, the industry'll die and begging will be eliminated. There should be a rule against it.
I followed me heart
Heart:Good
Mind:Thank god thats over, +1 Karma eh? Thu you
Cousin:Sheeeeesh
Am I weak???
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