And I Wrote

One day I wrote:

We have become domesticated mammals of consent... succumbing to threats and lashes of those higher in power who oppress and control us to derive what they think is best (for them); to survive for our own reasons of mutual selfishness. We have learnt to stand around and watch others get crushed sans remorse nor a single twitch-shamelessly we remain unmoved-the greatest gift we give the perpetrators and abusers who flash that sly smile right on our faces at the power of our silent yet willful consent.
We have learnt to disunite in false pretentious claims of being strong, united and clothed amidst our scrambling to lie covered in the tattered, patterned and stitched fabric of nudity. We have learnt to lie flat on command, face on the ground, in humble submission and to hold our breath when a few others trample upon our head as we give up a fight for dignity, peace and respect in common grounds just to survive another day. We forget to fight that last fight that would give life a meaning... a reason worthy to live or die.
Pouring several deaths to that single soul in a lifetime, all we want to do is spinelessly crawl; crawl spinelessly and survive, taking examples of those crawling in swarms besides us, wishing upon wish to find a life eternal in the terminal of life, on tumbling boxes we stand holding on to the precious air-so thin-from above, on tumbling boxes we stand to die together on crumbling boxes we stand...

Again I wrote:

The more the trials, the nicer you get.
The nicer you get, the more the temptations.
The more the temptations, the more the patience.
The more the patience, the more the trials.

Even if the shores want to rest, the waves do not cease to disturb;
Even if the trees want to rest, the winds do not cease to disturb,
No matter how hard you run and hide, life does not cease to find you either... C'est la vie...

Yet again I wrote:

One day, lest one day, not our vice of blindness yet our virtue of patience and forgiveness that is going to be blamed for the abhorred silence of our inaction, selfishness and cowardice towards the monstrous growth of injustice, crime and evil around us. 
Today, you are silent because it is happening to me, tomorrow I shall be silent when it happens to you and after that we shall be silent when it happens to the rest of the world... and live in peace if that is what peace is all about...
“What luck for rulers that men do not think. The receptivity of the masses is very limited, their intelligence is small, but their power of forgetting is enormous." Adolf Hitler
Let the Gods and Goddesses (if any or in absentia) save the world cos' the rest of us don't even care... Duh!

and wrote:

Sometimes, words just don't make any sense...

By and By

When everyone is moving will I in stillness stand and motionless watch?
When everything moves besides and around would I not drift along too?
Should my movement be based on the movement around?!
If that is what moves me, am I really moving?
And is it worth the move?

What if I in stillness do stand and watch?
What does it take to stand still, hold still and be still?
Peace?! Aloofness?! Lack of normality?! Death (perhaps)!
Is it abnormality or spirituality? Is there a difference?! 
What is wrong when everything seems right when judgement is laid to rest?


Would I just hold on to peace and stillness and understand what I am moving towards if I don't move at all?
Or perhaps, be moved towards where I need to go soon after?
Do I really want to move? Or have to? Or perhaps need to?

When I look around do I forget to look within?
When I am lost do I forget to look above?
Am I fearless or courageless now?
Am I a wonderer or a wanderer now?

Let these racing thoughts in the troubling mind that I carry-the curse and the blessing-till I live, till I die...
Stop for a while... a little while, so that I may light it right-one more time... for I have unsong songs and unsaid words and unlettered thoughts too to bring to life. These that dwell I try to catch from vacant space-some that come, some so light and all that drifts past by...

Mind, oh, mind! Never mind... I just need some space to reach the pace to catch those thoughts as they drift by in my horizon-where there is no leader, no slave, no oppressor, and with nothing to suppress neither anything to express-just the feeling of bliss, ecstasy and mystery shroud every sinew-just the simple idea of being empty, thoughtless and connected-though alone-in harmony with the rest of the universe... why walk I when I can fly?!

Until then, don't wake me... this is not a slumber...

The "You Are An Idiot" Series Begins

Watching the world pass by and a few idiots swing with it gently (as they fool and get fooled,) as patiently as I could over time, I realized that it is best to expose a few issues hovering around bothering me and those wishing that I be an IDIOT to believe it to be true. Things were not so good to be true anyways...

I had 3 things in hand that were rotting to start with that I wanted to put to some decent use: 

1. there was this weird looking note-book that my sister and brother-in-law had gifted me (which was surprizing for the venomous hatred my sister has for me which I assumed must have spread to its mate as well... however,) 

2. a set of weird black pencils (seriously!) made of black wood, with a black erazer and ofcourse black lead that has been hardly used and 

3. a video camera with an optional still camera that I gifted my wonderful wife who feels that the stupid camera in her mobile phone is more convenient and functional than this video camera that has received nothing more than an occasional charge to keep it alive (just like her cooking...) lying wasted 

Starting today, October 08th, 2013, in a ruthless pursuit to waste no more time trying to adjust, accept or admire these crazy despots, I thought, well, it might be a good idea to limit words and begin putting the note and pencil to some good use, scribbling what some people think everyone else to be-a total and complete IDIOT if (only) they believed what they did to be true... and yeah, the camera, from the dark closet, will bring to light these scribblings for those who follow (though I wonder why...) this blog everyday (?!) (excuse me if it turns out to be "only occasional" (For I neither come across IDIOTS nor occasions to make me one everyday...) so, as and when the "YOU ARE AN IDIOT" button glows spotting something silly happening around in my workshop make sure you tune in as well and visit this space. And ofcourse, you are welcome to share your reactions and response in the comments as well (actually, you are more than welcome..) 

So rolling by the saying, "You can fool everyone sometime and someone everytime, you are an IDIOT if you think you can fool everyone everytime", let the games begin...