Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Effect of a Song + Some Enticing Solitude + One Silent Night


This song pushed me into a frenzy so deep, it took me more than days to regain my conscious self..
Here's to what inspired me to write at 3.35AM on a Monday morning.

~Heartbeat--Enrique Iglesias ft. Nicole Scherzinger~


Everything looks like an illusion...a delusion...
There is no solid wall...
Just dreams,that's all...
I belong here...
Here is nowhere...
Vivid colours before me glide...
I'm s(w)inging in some trance...

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One minute and I have a decision...
The next, I revisit my decisive authority and question it...


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It's magical, yet a pang of deep, baseless, unknown sorrow hits my heart like a tide that hits the shore..
I'm a wrecked ship..
That's still sailing with its colorful, dreamy mast flying high above the blue ocean..
The wreckage should be floating towards the shore anytime now...
I'm still swimming across the other side towards some more dream..
more colour..
more vague..
Maybe I'm still dreaming..
Maybe I might wake up this very second..
Maybe, I never will..

 
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Sunday, 25 March 2012

The Twilight Trance



So, the dust seems to be settling down. And there is enough light left to see a few last things before night engulfs us all. I look up and what do I see? A not-so-tidy lane stretching to infinity, partially lit in the vicinity by a dozen or so dull street lamps-few of them flickering in and out to add to the drama; despite the oddity there are a handful of dainty buildings-some of them standing six stories tall into the skyline; the nocturnal critters making their calls somewhere in the remoteness; the Sun has already descended to kiss the soil and by doing so, it has brought out the shy twilight sky which appends a blush to the setting around me. This sets a string of actions like a trigger and my mind goes into a strange splitting- 








LOGIC-that is a combination of Science and the Cynic in me.

DREAMY-that is a combination of the Poet and the Optimist in me.


CONSCIENCE-this seems to be the strange blend of Science as well as the Optimist. (To those of you who are wondering, what a word like Optimism is doing in a place like Science, let me clarify. It is a theory that many scientists hold-one that seems to be in loose yet promising adherence and feeding some sense into fantasy and dreams-The Law of Attraction.)

     The haze around me alerts LOGIC and warns me to not trust my presence in this strange yet serene scene and DREAM makes an outburst.

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           DREAM: Can’t you see this fog and smoke. Does it not tell you that you are dreaming still?

          LOGIC: For all I know, it could be that part of the year when the temperature drops   outside and there is intense mist swirling everywhere. It’s very normal and they call it the Winter!:-p

           DREAM: I know what the hell Winter is, you arrogant fool! Just that it doesn’t sort of fit, you know, all these dramatic elements and this backdrop-it just complements each other and completes the picture for an ideal Dream, don’t you think?

           LOGIC: I’ll demonstrate to you that we are not dreaming. For instance, take in the details—they seem to be too perfect and minute to be dreaming about. You remember them so well because you are very much residing in reality and YOU ARE NOT DREAMING!!

           CONSCIENCE: That’s Evolution, I believe! You see as years go by, it’s not only the obvious commodities that undergo change, it’s not just culture, physique, development that mount higher up into the face of the waxing years-it’s also these trivial matters and our understanding of them that has been advancing along the centuries. We develop higher and raise our standards. So now, Man has become capable of dreaming very much in the vein of reality and proficient enough to keep inviting memories from the virtual world, hours and sometimes days after the actual process of dreaming.  So, it’s only natural to assume we are dreaming right now. Of course we could spot on the diminutive details because we are an evolved species.

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The conversation is never-ending and by no means conclusive, I tell myself.

     I can state that Dream is a silly romantic attempting to throw everyone into the fool’s paradise. Actually it doesn’t talk much. It just sits there like an old witch casting her charm upon unsuspecting (!) humans. It just sits there like it never even existed! It’s the storm that rocks the boat and finally when the boat gives into its annihilating oscillation, the waters turn calm.

     Science is a well-read fellow who at times is very neurotic and confines one’s self into a circle much within the realms of the practical and sensible world. It disseminates a restraint unto the core of our intellect and bars any possibility of dreaming.

Humans have now come to a better understanding of assimilating the truth and the Science of ‘Existence and the auxiliaries of Existence’.

     Nevertheless, I sit here with absolutely no idea and clearly self-confused about my Existence as to whether I should be getting along with my erudite Science brain or giving into my romantic Dreams. Not knowing and not being able to mark the distinction between the real and the unreal. There seems to be nothing testimonial about either of these diversities and the arguments in their defense that pins them down as to which one of them phases I was residing at. Because without a doubt, only one can manifest itself with the human mind at any given time. It’s either the naked reality or the vivid dreams. It can never be both at the same time. The harder I ponder, the tougher it becomes and all the more indecisive.

     I’m completely lost. But, there does seem some gaiety and glee in being so. I quit thinking and take in the anonymity and bliss of my surrounding. It was felicitating. I blend in with the incomprehensible tranquility. The core of my Existence has merged into the impeccable Universe.


Love and Peace to everyone !! 

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Tonight Is When



Tonight is when
the sky seems to
unfold its darkness
upon this half
of the earth and divulge
the speckled facades
of the human mind:--
Revelation unto oneself.
Revelation unto the Universe.
Revelation unto Your surroundings.
Tonight is when You shall sneak
into the Infinite Tranquility.
Tonight is when You step
fathoms away from Your time-line and
stroll beyond.
Tonight is when You shall have all
the Stars and the Moons utter Your name and
they belong to You.
Tonight is when Your timorousity
is shredded to wreckage.
Tonight is when You
work Your tipsy towards discovering thyself.
Tonight is when You let go of all restraints and
indulge in exponentiating
the Core of Your Presence.
Tonight would be
the Magic of Your Life.
Tonight is when
the Forces of Nature attenuates
Your Physical Being
and manifolds
the heart of Your Soul.
Tonight is when you shall experience
the ultimate Transcendence
of this Universe.
By proffering
its Darkness, the Universe
channels down
its prolific creativity along with it
It dawns upon You,
     upon Me,
     upon Everyone…
Gather this abundance…
Absorb this infinity…
Devour this vision…
Night endows the contemplator with
A blithering Soul…

Good Night...

Love and Peace to everyone !! 
 

Saturday, 14 January 2012

The Harvest fete



This is a partially-almost-complete documented journey of life through our eyes. Our, intending--me, Shylu and Andy, one of my best friends and also the co-contributor of this blog. Sisters alike! Yea, that’s us! We seem to share almost every particle of life along the same instance of our individual time-lines. Would it be just to call it a mere coincidence? Would it not? Would it even matter? Would that even make any sense to you? I think not! Well, join me-neither to me.

We are just a regular bunch of girls enjoying the city to its most, bunking college rather too often, hanging-out, driving without a license, with great appetites at any part of the day, freaky, so full of ourselves, a daring nerve to try the impossible and most likely, the unthinkable (if you know what I mean ;)), a bit weird, shocking at times, investing too much thought and pride to our grown-up selves (!) If all that just sounded like too much to take, then I would suggest that either you are too unacceptable a guy, spending too much time in the realms of some bygone doctrines of life. Or you are a woman yet to visit this phase, or most likely, much past this phase which you have overlooked and now self-reproaching.

On this note, let me introduce the people to whom I am ever grateful, the people who MADE me and the raison d'ĂȘtre. School life and my people who complete the picture, when I say ‘My School Life’. To do it in a chronological array—I begin with Krithika-my pre-grade friend and well, practically my first best friend! Nandini who became my ‘chicken-licken’ best friend (Well, don’t ask ‘what?’ It’s a long story!) and my best well-wisher; Kannal-who remains a constant source of inspiration and a charming friend; Saranya-who turned out to be a Tamilian after all and not a Bengali (private joke!) and a very close friend to this day. I thank you and all my other friends for what you were, and much more vital-for all that you still are.

And that brings us to TODAY! It’s the eve of Pongal. And there was a punch of surprise to our glass of dull expectations. Well, to state the fact, we* hadn’t anticipated or wished for something extra-ordinary for the day. We aren’t such great fans of our class nor of its members and the only reason we ever make it to college is to flee away from the otherwise meaningless crap we might indulge in. Believe it or not, I still remain skeptical when having to refer to my class girls by name! There is a good number of names I find hard to place it with the associated person. Lack of anything else better to do, we went to college. There was a strict ‘only ethnic wear’ dress code today. But what’s the fun in adhering to rules? And what’s the point? : D We made it to the college as usual by standards of time (late! And therefore having to pay the fine, that’s a daily ritual) in a nondescript salwar just to the infuriation of some! But the day did work out to be good, despite the fact that our friends were missing in the scene. Totally detached from the rest, we did find some solace and peace in clicking away everything that deserved a ‘picture moment’.           


Pongal-as we all know through the millions of essays and composition texts made to write as home-work during the younger grade classes (failure to do so would have resulted in imposition and similar punishments) – is the harvest festival of Thamizh Nadu. It is a thanks-giving jamboree to the farmers, to the cattle and above all, to the Sun God, who remains the ultimate source of energy, enlightenment et al. What my mind had in picture for a ‘Pongal celebration’ at college was of young girls in colourful sarees finding great difficulty to remember the Thamizh names of the ingredients used to cook, discomfort reeking in every act of the day, laying out vibrant patterns for rangolis, having to cook using traditional stoves, with no knob to control the fire and well, you get the picture. But surprisingly, girls seemed to be adept in having to transform when need calls for it. There were dishes made in the traditional way-chakkara pongal (sweet pongal), payasam (dessert), vadai (hot donut) and salted butter-milk with chili for beverage. They were handed out in traditional cups made of dried leaves. It would be so very unfair to comment on the taste of all these, seeing that they were prepared completely by students who are amateurs at the least. Nevertheless, everything tasted scrumptious, especially with the flawless chakkara pongal that tasted just like how it should. Vadai was scarce in number and only the elite few ;) , just saying, who were near the point of distribution, could treat themselves to the Sugar-cane is the other ‘sweet’ factor of Pongal. Being a tomboy, I was readily helping some friends with breaking the sugar-cane stem into small edible bits.

All in all, we couldn’t have asked for a sweeter ‘Pongal Day’.












Love and Peace to everyone
 !!