Illusion

I close my eyes and ask
Where then, is my center ?
Where is the seat, where I reside ?
Who asks ?

Overflow

The pot has overflowed. The more I drank, the more it filled. The more it filled, the thirstier I became. Now my house is flooded. And the housekeeper is miserable.

Error: Page doesn't Exist, File not Found

Where is the world, when I am asleep ?
And am I a file in Gods system, so that when dead, God's query will return an Error: Page doesn't exist. File not Found.

Tigers Agony

And the Tiger said to man "God, what have you done !"

A pleasant evening

I had finished reading my book. The sun had set but it wasn't dark yet. There were clouds in the western sky, with varied greys. The weather outside seemed too pleasant, to sit inside. Too lazy to go for a walk, I thought.
I took a couple of chairs outside, stretched myself, and sat looking at distant clouds and trees.
Cool winds were flowing gently.
I realized, I hadn't done that in quite some time now. Sitting in verandah, or the backyard, in silence, feeling the winds.
The trees were as enchanting as the clouds. I listened to the sound of distant cars whizz past by.
It was a pleasant evening.

Order

Consider the lilies of the field,
how they grow;
They toil not, neither do they spin;
And yet I say unto you,
that even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.
-Bible

E-Goddess needed

I need E-Gods. Wouldn't it be cool, if there existed an E-God whom you could pray to ? Nah. I want an E-Goddess. A benevolent E-Goddess. So that when my code crashed, I would pray "O E-Goddess, fix this problem of mine, and I promise, I will offer twenty E-mails to you".

Alas, there's no E-Goddess. Reality is so hopeless.
What the heck. I will invent my own. My E-goddess will be E-one. She will be the one. And she will be even to all. And her E-ternal message would be

" YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND "

(And don't even ask if E-one is the one, how could she be even. Only you, and no-one else, can answer this question. And for that you'll have to be OUT of your mind)

Unrelated, my friend mrsgollum has a post which links to a wonderful lecture by Isaac Asimov. Do visit.

A song from Gitanjali

On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her, `Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle? My house is all dark and lonesome---lend me your light!' she raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through the dusk. `I have come to the river,' she said, `to float my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west.' I stood alone among tall grasses and watched the timid flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide.

In the silence of gathering night I asked her, `Maiden, your lights are all lit---then where do you go with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome---lend me your light.' She raised her dark eyes on my face and stood for a moment doubtful. `I have come,' she said at last, `to dedicate my lamp to the sky.' I stood and watched her light uselessly burning in the void.

In the moonless gloom of midnight I ask her, `Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your heart? My house is all dark and lonesome---lend me your light.' She stopped for a minute and thought and gazed at my face in the dark. `I have brought my light,' she said, `to join the carnival of lamps.' I stood and watched her little lamp uselessly lost among lights.

-RabindraNath Tagore

I didn't understand. Yet it is melodious.

Morning Conversations

"Hey there."
"How are you today ?"
"Doing Well ?"
"Aha ! I see new leaves. How green they are ! You look lovely today. So alive"
"My Bus has come. See you tomorrow."
"Have a nice day"

The tree listens carefully, never interrupting, never replying.

"Hey sweet-heart"
"Yeh, I hear your song"
"Doing well ? Alright, be nice. Bye"

The bird is charming and gracious. Breathing melodies with poise.

"Hey Dude, Stay clear of the roads"
"These cars have no mercy, no compassion"
"They are dead you know"
"Stay in the fields. Cross at night. It's safer."

The prairie-dogs and the bunnies look, stop, hurry and scurry.
These are nothing. These are morning conversations.

Resting Buddha

It's mid-afternoon and I take a break from frantic typing,
to peek outside my glass cage. There, under the shade of a planted pine,
rests a bunny, engulfed cosily in the softness of grass.
It's eyes are the most lively eyes I have seen today.
Not the drowsy eyes. Not the dull eyes.
Not the "yeah another day" eyes.
It is silent, unmoving. Like the light that surrounds the shade.
Once in a while it flicks its ears.
Its meditative repose brings a sudden smile to my face.

ADDS

I just realized, I suffer from ADDS when the internet cable is connected to my computer. I wonder whether there is a software engineer in this world who can resist the temptation of surfing web, the sin of checking emails.

Revolution

The greatest revolution must be the one which will impart each human with the seed to think for self. But there is so much fear and unknown in that path, that I suspect all humanity will ever see it.

When will man learn to not follow an ideal just because he has nothing else to follow ?

On Emptiness

Not even an ocean of happiness can fill a bowl that is empty of love.

On Silence

One has to go into the whole nature of silence. There is silence between two noises. There is silence between two thoughts. There is silence between two notes in music. There is silence after noise. There is silence when thought says, "I must be silent," and creates artificial silence, thinking it is real silence. There is silence when you sit quietly and force your mind to be silent. All those are artificial silences; they are not real, deep, uncultivated, unpremeditated silence. Silence can only come psychologically when there is no registration whatsoever. Then the mind, the brain itself, is utterly without movement. In that great depth of silence that is not induced, not cultivated, not practiced, there may come that extraordinary sense of something immeasurable, nameless.

-Krishnamurti

Meditation is not Premeditation.

Freedom

"Freedom, is not outside. It is inside. And this, no one can make you understand. But do not worry. One day you will" once said an Old man, to me.
Reasoned I have, his saying, but understood I have not.

I have seen the flight of the eagle. And the quiet of the valley.
I have heard the song of the trees. And the buzz of the bees.
I have felt the warmth of the grass. And smelt the fragrance of the mud.

(Incomplete: you are invited to add to it)

Bull-facts

Q: If some humans are bull-headed, what about bulls ?
A: Bulls are still bull-headed. They don't like human heads.

Q: If some humans say bull-shit, what do bulls say ?
A: Waaaannnnnnnn

Q: Why do bulls like bulldozers ?
A: Because it puts them to sleep (Bull dozer)

Q: If bully is bull-like quality in humans, what are those in bulls ?
A: Many!

Q: What is a Bull-Market ?
A: When humans get crazily excited seeing "Green" all-over in the stock Market, that's called a Bull-Market.

A walk in the dunes

That's me.


"How insignificant" !

love and die

Guy: I love U
Girl: What ??? How dare you !
Guy: And I love x, y, z. Infact I love all the alphabets from a to z.

(This one not mine)
Guy: If you don't become mine, I will die.
Girl: Ok, here's 10 rupees. Get Black-Chaap Kali Mehndi and dye well !

Mistrust

(A,B and C have know each other for years)
A: So, do you have girlfriend ?
B: No.
A: I don't believe you. There must be someone.
A: Common, tell me.
B: Ok. I have two. One in India, Another here, in US.
A: No way, I don't believe you.
A: I have heard from my "sources", you do a lot of smoking and boozing. Smoking toh I do, par no beer or wine. I went to this party once and my aunt tried to force it down my throat, I said no. No alcohol.
B: Accha!
A: So how often do you smoke and drink ?
B: I don't.
A: No way, I don't believe you.
Few banalities later conversation ends

A: You know B has two girlfriends. And B was telling me B pukes pretty often, because of heavy drinking.
C: Accha ! Yeh, I talk to B every week, B never mentioned.
A: Arre I have my sources. Pakki Khabar hai !

some days later
A: You never call me.
B: That doesn't mean I have forgotten you.
A: But C said you talk to C every week.
B: No, I haven't talked to C in months.
A: Pata nahin Bhaiya. I talked to C and C said you talk every week.

(Insecurity has a secure home in the heart of the one who has the illusion of possession)

Silent Psyche

Why does Psyche never suggest anything ?
Because listening, is a good therapy.

(And the more Pysche listens, the more patient will speak, and that's always good, cause the Psyche charges by hours)

To do. Not to Do.

Psyche: So you suffer from over-anxiety ?
Patient: Yes. I have so many things to do. Anxiety is killing me. I wish I had
nothing to do.

Some days later

Psyche: How are you. Finished everything you had to ?
Patient: Yes.
Psyche: Why then, the visit ?
Patient: I am so bored. Boredom is killing me. I have nothing to do.

Chronic Illness

Pysche: Why are you depressed ?
Patient: I have nothing left to be depressed about. It is so depressing.

This my friend, is called Innovation

Apparently, UP sports minister has found a novel technique to make India win more medals in Olympics. Indian Express Reports:

‘‘Nats (roadside entertainers) have basic talent for gymnastics, while Mallahs, Kewats, Vindhyas, Nishads and Kashyaps are natural swimmers and divers. Similarly, Ahirs, Ghosis and Gaddis are natural wrestlers while Bahelias, Adivasis and Aherias have inherent talent for archery,’’ says Chowdhary.

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‘‘So far, we train the cream of society and succeed in shaping hardly one sportsperson (of international calibre). But if we start training on caste and community lines, we can shape hundreds of sportspersons every year,’’ says the Minister.

I am sure honorable minister's findings will be exploited at national level. So here's a glimpse into next Olympics. Announcer for Swimming event: "First Event. Indian candidate. And what is this new technique. Why is he yelling and splashing water", and the Indian candidate drowns.

Mantriji, who is graciously accompanying the Indian Olympic team inspite of his busy schedule, is summoned. Everyone is looking at mantriji while he wrings his hands in air "But he bhas a kashyap, he is a naturaal sweammer. It is not phassible".

Shock and dis-belief in the Indian camp. Mantriji summons his research team and orders them to find out why a kashyap couldn't swim. Team researches web, and book on aadim jaatis and concludes that Kashyapas and not Kashyaps are natural born swimmers. Mantriji is very angry. He sets up a committee on how this mistake could have happened.

Meanwhile, there's unrest, fear and panic in the Indian camp. They have unanimously agreed to withdraw participation from Olympics, because they are afraid they have been wrongly classified, and fear disastrous consequences. It is a rumour that the Indian swim candidate died because Gods were displeased with him.

Mantriji, whole-heartedly agrees with Indian team, spends the rest of days vacating in Olympic city, while awaiting the results of the committee.

India has returned without participation from Olympics. A committee is working on correcting caste based classifications. Hopefully, by next Olympics we'll be able to participate. All is now in hands of God (Well, the committee is awaiting the descent of Lord Krishna himself, to explicitly state the Varna Vyavastha).

Parineeta

The music of Parineeta is gentle on the ears. Lyrics are mostly, hollow, but music doesn't shred. (To listen, linux users can use a combo of real-player and www.hindifm.com)

Death Of Philosopher

One fine day, thought began trying to understand the thought that was trying to understand the thoughts. We don't know what happened next, because the philosopher died.

Since then, it is advised that philosophers don't think on fine days ! Why die when you can enjoy another fine day.

Killing Dead

(Cautionary Warning: Those of weak heart, do not try. Some memories might be corrupted ir-revocably)

No. You were wrong. It is not about digging graves to kill the dead again. Cheer up! It's a simple thought experiment. If you like it (in all possibilities you won't) kudos to me, and if you do not, curses to me. Here:

Next time when you are nostalgic about a some-one (example, a potential companion in lost times), visualizing what had been, fantasizing what could have been, replace the some-one with a grotesque human form that you've most recently seen. Now return to your past and re-play.

What happens ?

If you did try this and are now cursing me, here's a medicine. Laugh at yourself, for being stupid! (It will certainly help)

And if you liked this insanity, try this too. Instead of replacing others, replace yourself, in your past. And re-play. Does it break a cycle ?