Monday, November 29, 2010

Invincible till eternity: the 4th estate or the voice of the inner eye?

One thing can be assured of the developments taking place in the national podium over last few weeks when the fourth estate has been a regular participant with its fervent orchestra at most of the times and when in one occasion with its expectable silence it turned on the locomotive gears of the fifth estate (read blogosphere and unorganized addas both in the virtual and real space ) to drive it to a new found experience of ‘being second to none’ at least in a issue of national presence but sadly of no national importance, that WE THE PEOPLE are having ways to escape from our boring mundane life if previously haven’t been walking anywhere near to our path of redemption.

Starting with the unpredictable juggernaut aka CWG, we have been speeding along in a METRO railway having occasional stoppages with euphoric occasions like a Sachin’s double, late discovery by THE EVER OPENED EYE of a substance called VVS, historic achievement with the tour of a statesman whose each uttered word reflected understanding of thousands of years and dusts of a spiritual avenue that was once India and inflicted a sense of déjà vu to many a mesmerized listener.

YES! INDIA HAS EMERGED! But then have we recognized the abyss from where we are in process of emerging? Or what do we really understand of our feeling that makes us feel that we have emerged or in the process of doing so? A question I will attend towards the end of this piece.

Coming back to our safari in the speeding metro to help us with more luminosity about our emergence, arrived as a blessing of the almighty for the longer duration called life and as a curse towards revelation of true colors of each one us to our own eyes, a series of disclosure and lies in terms of ‘A SPECTRUM JACKPOT’, ‘HOMES THAT FAILED VASTU SHASTRA’ or ‘PIECES OF PLOT OF LANDS THAT IN THE LONG RUN WILL BE LESSER THAN WHAT THE COFFIN REQUIRES!’ Or ‘THE HOLLOW BANKS NOT HOLLOW ENOUGH TO PRESERVE A DINOSAUR MUMMY’ and finally ‘THE FREEDOM OF SPEECH THAT ASSUMES DIFFERENT DHARMA ONCE THE CURTAINS ARE DRAWN.’

However amidst all this flashing images, I haven’t failed to notice that THE KID WRITING ON THE WALL IS STILL IN HIS WAY TO SPIRITUAL REDEMPTION AS I EVER THOUGHT HE WAS. I have enough reasons to love the ‘191’ and remind myself that I have done my part of seeking avenues, now I need to walk in them. In the meantime it can be seen as a triumph for the nation as the HOLY GRAIL earlier kept concealed BELOW THE SEVENTH PATAL when brought to light started no COSMIC COMBAT between the SONIC waves of AZAN and the CRESCENDOS OF THE REVERBERATING MANTRAS OF AGES EVER MORTAL.

Now where do we stand? The country! We the people as a whole! We had already reached a state of infidelity with the various pillars of a democratic society namely, the political fraternity, the corporate, the bureaucrats, the heath sector, paralyzed investigative agencies, the legal frontrunners, activist wearing mask of social injustice or human right concerns and most importantly the people howling vehemently for freedom of their own speech and for the voice of their sorority that want all the rivers in the world to flow only in one direction. The direction the campaigners of NOT SO FREE PRESS find accommodating towards reaching their own destination.

The fourth estate in indeed shaken as we can hear the sound of the dusts falling from its walls and architecture to the ground and refusing to settle there. But that is not just because much maligned RADIA tapes are out. Only the ignorant and naïve would consider the RADIA tapes to have declare the doomsday for the 4th estate or have started the much feared decadence dance amongst the individual citizen of the country to jazz to the tunes of lost faith in the whole of the system. You don’t need facts and proofs to loose faith. Faith is an extremely intricate thing to protect just as true unconditional love and respect are naturally rare emotions to garner in a complex urban society where cynicism is natural inhabitant of the moral jungle where the spiritually void people lay peripatetic. Just as truth can decrypt the quagmire of lies to evolve endlessly but with its original quintessence, the uncompromising integrity doesn’t get dissolved in the acid rain of allegations and counter allegations merely because they are raised. How many across the whole world (not only India!) do really believe that Sachin Tendulkar actually tempering the ball when caught on the tape? Or even with the RADIA tapes, do all the people involved generated equally sound incredibility? Or was it the doomsday for only a selected few? Interestingly the least dangerous villain to emerge from the RADIA tapes is herself along with unknown few. She was doing her job as the others did least, which is and will be the immediate understanding the naked eye will relay for the brain to store as well-deciphered mantra.

And we never knew of a SAINT that is NIRA RADIA. But we knew few others who have trying over the years to pose as ones. Although we were long before convinced of their double standards, we never had anything significant to trounce AGENTS OF SATANS IN PURDAH HIDING BEHIND THE MURKINESS. The reasons are quite simple. The learned of the society can be deceived or be made to behave as such but not the ones with wisdom developed with the pure eye. Secondly, the relentless competition is ever divulging various editions of a single event through various channels and mediums of the 4th estate and at times the leaning and nepotism of the eminent faces towards a particular centre of power becomes very obvious from the collective knowledge of all events of recent timelines. What is more damaging then the hidden favoritism is the exploitation of facts and logics these faces resort to towards arriving at their unholy homes with biased hypothesis. And with their eminence and intellect they do it successfully also as the steering wheel remains in their control. This attracts hatred as well as jealousy from the people at large while at the same time there are existences that remain uncompromised in one issue or another. And they too are broadcasting. At this current age and date, it is not tough for people to distinguish or at least discover silently the moves of the ball game the media is playing. And don’t forget the contribution of the blogosphere.

Hence much before the release of the RADIA tapes we were already introduced to the intellectual villains of the estates. And when records all across the internet reveal the like ones of Chetanya Kunte who were asked to limit their freedoms of speech by the ones who on record and display shout aloud for freedom of speech, credibility doesn’t wait to get married again once divorced for dismal gains. Ernest Hemmingway famously said ‘A man can be destroyed; but never defeated.’ Our extrapolation says truth can be delayed but never altered. But with the appalling efforts we see in everyday journalism these days probably a man does neither got destroyed nor defeated but no wonder people’s faith has suffered a whitewashing defeat. With Radia tapes nothing new is established but many of us find in home in declaring the INSTANT VILLAINS.

And that’s where we need to do introspection. Villains are not Human; they are Human instincts pulled by ravenousness for material identity, possession and besmirched by revulsion and favoritism. So setting personalized vendetta against the likes of Barkha Dutt, Vir Sanghvi, Prabhu Chawlas is never going to earn us the Moksha we are collectively in need of. But the blogosphere is precisely doing that. And not only the immature naïve comments the twitterati, the blogs or the social networking sites demonstrating, but the intellectually mature and sound writing from some quarters also rehearsing the same while beneath all those cerebral analysis lies efforts driven by odium and voyeurism. It is very important to understand that if this prevalence and such other occurrences help us in getting the nascent form of ethical journalism that remains spiritually correct to its goals and means or our collective effort can do well to achieve the same, then we can sooner reach the destiny of this transparent institution free from personalized architecture of a few, where ideas can conglomerate for higher needs of the world and its problems at large. As per the wrongdoing goes, there is no legal system in the world that can or should punish these slandered journalists. And there is no reason to loathe their art of writing a piece with intertwined logic or anchoring a program with confluence of thoughts from various quarters that can provoke our art of thinking in issues relating to diverse social and political orientation and situation if we are to believe in an intellectually evolving nation constantly accompanied by uncensored expression of the 5th estate. But in the meantime, it is vital that we renounce the lies the various constituent of the fourth estate tends to diffuse into our mental space through a quandary of infinite resonance of facts, information and curtailed logic and analysis where truth is shown to be manufactured. If we can do so we won’t have our Barkha Dutts, Vir Sanghvis and Prabhu Chawlas and neither will we have the need of vindicating their facades as with the spiritually hollow efforts like Barkhagate etc. we do.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Chronicles from Memory of An Unknown Driver!: When it rains in my town!

Chronicles from Memory of An Unknown Driver!: When it rains in my town!: "The rain of northeast has no metaphor when it comes to resonating through psyche. And when I waked up today morning I was greeted by incessa..."

When it rains in my town!

The rain of northeast has no metaphor when it comes to resonating through psyche. And when I waked up today morning I was greeted by incessant rain painting fuzziness in window glasses; sheets after sheets pouring with eternal ecstasy and just from within the room along the windows I feel the emergence of the oldest image in my mind. Wetness and green were not two favorite words in my dictionary. And they are the elements of the oldest image resting in my mind singing occasional orchestra of melancholy. People loves rain; many of them and they cherish every drop of its divine contact of wetness or the torrent it generates inside the planet of their mind.

However for Northeasterns, rain is often the metaphor of slippery road, flooded paddy fields, dense and wild greeneries and the fluxes of sturdy currents; rain is no freedom for them and serenity doesn’t receive the same despondent cry as it receives from the dusty streets, marble palaces, and cities breathing in the air where engines moves in cacophonic vibration. We the northeasterns grow up craving for longer days, shorter nights and company of sound.

I too wanted alive, awake, young sunny days, star-filled skies, and the sounds from independent sources of diverse religion, ambition arriving through varying distance of propagation. That’s the feeling that makes people build a city because we do sleep when it’s necessary but we want the place around us to remain awake, ever awake so as whenever we wake up we will find company. Thus we run foreign from the soul’s nativity and occasionally we want silence. Loneliness becomes solitude then.

Serenity, silence, solitude, wildness, natural panorama, calm fresh air, stable mind etc. are the words easy to capture from the mood of a mind grinded by hectic demands of life and ambitions having no confluence with the soul’s perception about experience within the mortal perimeter and we remain often hollowed with the visibility of life, world and want of company offers us. Life is what exists beyond the visibility. Life offers visibility for towards as generalization, individuality demands seeking the invisible. Mostly our curiosity ends within visible spectrum and the invisible infinite sphere conceals the source of happiness. Except the free-willed others don’t reach there and remains confused with life words. Change is their only solace and redemption from boredom.

It’s not coincidental or the fruit of getting old, but I loved the rain. The moment I wake up or the moments I was half-asleep and dreaming, I was in love with today’s rain. I wanted it to rain. I wanted it to slide incessantly along my windows and I want it tease the wipers of the drive. I wanted it to make me wet, and I wanted it to absorb me in and take me with its retreat towards the blissful sky. That’s does not make my limbs static nor hijacks my freedom. Freedom has different degrees of existence. My freedom is not within perpetual mechanical motion; it is with the timeless flights beyond the mortal realms of my immortal mind. Peace! Rain! And the Elements of nature in untouched fluctuations.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I understand life as:

I have seen generations of hooligans fading to inert state without rebellion.
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The evolution of the world ensures death of the hero and annihilation of the hero worship!
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Expression of views, thoughts should be a free flowing event that remains unaffected to any kind of fear, shame or any image building manuever. If it is not it is polluted to be considered pure work human imagination and art. Don't get polluted by moral limitations to be the facade that hides your originality.
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Sometimes you put your life for a goal; sometimes its that euphoric momentary spark of luck plus hard work and incessant vigilence, sometimes the surprising gift as a goal and sometimes you steel it as one fiddles: this is football, this is life and this is when you see a goal just before the break.
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We are happy when we transparently wore the colors of our
soul and language of our mind in any act of us whether in solitude or in
company. Life partners and fairy tales won’t be a rarity then.
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The Brazil story of football has no parallel in any team sport. I often feel euphoric about Caribbean cricket. But then we are not talking valor, murderous vengeance. We are talking grace, art, poetry and humility.
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Life is spicy for the dramatic exceptions and we all love it but in the end wisdom guides and destiny lead us to accept grace and the fact that the best written book is the easiest read.
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Argentines stole limelight with 4-1 and for ever bein' the most Romantic choice for their theatrical resonance.German elegance,flair has been sports most sincere phenomenon,refined legacy,caricature of geometrical precision and they have 4-0.Then comes the sports most original simplicity, plainest art,steadiest vagabond...ds,humblest presence through poetic justice and absence of the melodramatic exceptions.Go samba.
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Globalisation has brought the macroscopic equality communism once proposed. Microscopic equality at social level is process to reach everywhere sun has reached. I wonder what else can power these little wonders to challenge the giants successfully and diminish their distinctive peaks to vagueness.
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I am absolutely dissolved now. All of a sudden, I am in love with every element of the world and beyond.
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Its lack of experience or vagary of achievement, redemption from mundane scheme of life that people in love often feel being made for each other. We however are made to be in love unconditionally with any element of universal existence. Made of each other doesn't mean that we are not made for anything/one else.
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You can be possessive about nothing if you have understood love and human mind. It wants to get bonded in love and then freedom. Unconditional love is continuously spread across time, space and life. But human falls in love particularly for someone as occasional change in lifestyle. Sadly we want both: company and freedom; they don't both go hand in hand.
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The brain works fastest and fullest to its potential as the body experiences the free fall from a sky scrapper.
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From the moment of discovery of current status, realization, fast pacing memory reel of highest resolution, wisdom of lifetime, understanding and acceptance of life, heavenly experience of the free fall, summation of life time events and actions, essentials of worldly existences, mankind's gesture, paradoxes of human mind and spiritual achievement ultimate truth; it all happens just in those epic moments.
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There is no hero in particular. As an escape from our mundane monotonous life we invent hero sometimes as an way to build a mirror and sometimes as an armor for protection of our more ambitious self. In the later case we don't even realize we r engendering something can be d summation of our life time ambition. In the ...former case we r aware of our limitation else disillusioned by our cowardice or lack of initiatives.
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I am within a dream. And as I look down I have seen the lake on which I am floating and set of ripples created by worldly events. Though originated independently at uncorrelated times and space as I feel their essentiality is the same. All of them have same reason to exist. And then I realize to ripples originated from... my floated self. Am I weightless? Yes but I am a soul tainted by nothing.
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I hate it when they say Ex-something. There is nothing ex-something.Once you are into something you are committed for life time. And that is foryour own good and for your current company. You can not dump part of you to rocket launch your new found life and passions.
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Greatest of all relations is friendship. We should ensure this passport before any tour to anybody's life.
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It all takes a goal or prevention of one to make an upset. That seems to be quite easy all of a sudden.
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One should not live on promises given by others! Ephemeral existence of human life can not promise about a sand; life is a more complex thing. If otherwise Human consider promise as a temporary companion rather than a bank balance. half of all complaints in the world can be saved.
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I had a machine friend! We short circuited each other last night!
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Nothing happened before me! Nothing will happen after me. Everything in this world is happening when I am.
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The greatest bliss of a life on earth is that at the end each day we have earned priceless volume of experience and we still have another day full of moments of infinite possibilities.
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However vast is an ocean no one can ensure it will contain individuality of each drop of water! Knowledge is path to redemption not a tool or power for eternal freedom!
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Myriads of predictions, plethora of analysis, super theatrical production of reality in unpredictable and epic proportions through dramatic occurrences of artistic microevents; uncertainties, deceptions but eventual finishes in one simple destiny is not only truth and beauty of one soccer event but of life too. But here games are scheduled while life is more interesting because nothing in it is scheduled within the visibility of a human mind.
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Kick! Projectile! Air! Anarchy! quidditch! But no broom!
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This is anarchy! Airball! With no flight plan!
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Loved ones are epitomes of vagaries of our perceptions and exceptions to our life, philosophy and originality. We act unconditionally, peacefully even to irritations of highest order if originated from them or required to get faced in uncalculated execution of any act for them.
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Ignorance is my evergreen bank-balance. It provides me a real-time life saving armor, incessant interests to handle despotic expenditures, and insurance against knowledge fuelled dinosaurs.
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Mankind has always mastered evil intentions of Human mind! And then I ask why?

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Rome was not built in a day. Then what is the best timeframe of implementation of the ‘wonders’ perceived by human mind through the astounding efforts and accomplishments? A day, a year, an era or nothing specific at all! Philosopher of practicalities, don’t you agree that all greatest existences of natural wonders arrived and implemented just in that spur of a moment: the idea, when it strikes. Some attains materialization to deceive the eye and the mind hallucinated, with dream of romanticized capture of eternity in their ephemeral avatars, but all of them lives immortally in the universe of ‘wonderland’. Anything else can be attained in any frame of time. Be it Rome, be it the Taj, be it a day, be it a year, be it infinity, be it eternity.
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I am living proportionally to the fluctuations of my non-philosophical, wondrous nomadic mind.
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Life is a collection of countless "Eurekas" not necessarily in synchronization to the 'Eureka' life itself is!
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Give me the soul of time! Give me the soul of darkness! I will find out how they there before anything; and how they will remain even after eternity!
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What will I do with the last quantum of energy left in me! Will I wait to die peacefully or I will create a spark of it?
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You have 10 seconds to read this post.... Else.... practically speaking.... Look at my misery.... Look at me I can do nothing! I am so less privileged! Quack!
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Sex, politics and solitude! Does our world have anything else to dwell on!
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We the less privileged don't we ever realize that privilege is a concept founded in root of illusion blind to recognize power of even the waves of sea of opportunity. All human created wealth are shallow show piece of the desire of our fantasized brain.
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I am but paradoxically a strange contradiction of what I am!
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Easiest thing to do with a human mind is to brainwash it! Human are born adept in this skill.
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Motivation is nothing but the white collar's way of brainwashing! As is told already it requires similar amount of cruelty to kill a cockroach as with killing a Human! What on earth you will motivate someone for! Let each drop of life be alone and live cheerfully to its unique existence! Rest its just two faces of same thing: motivation and brainwashing!
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Anything natural and living has same destiny no doubt but any murder needs cruelty along with few other elements of earthly existences variable with cases of occurrences to eventual execution. Everything earthly faces a similar climax of eventual 'the end' although their earthly existences remain different and unique.

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The greatest pity a human mind deserves is that it drives the soul to live for its selfish needs all the time while the body that shelters it can not stand even something as small as a bullet at the right place. The greatness of mankind is yet that it never relinquished the quest of knowledge and wisdom through divine medium love, power of acceptance and acts of chivalry. And life is beautiful and it gives us all the opportunity to live because yet with the existence of the tiny bullet that can sum up all acts in a fraction of a second we are blessed to live many years experience from an embryo to senility in unpredictable arrangement of events.
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Summing up experiences of life in some characters is intellectual's trick to gain listeners! Randomly jumbled words r even meaningful for random ones as we all live in a random territory surrounded by random events with random understanding of life! Randomness carries however meaninglessness beyond d sphere of our ignorance!
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Everything happening in this world is art of action propelled by science of imagination and myth of thought. They are facades that talk about ethics, moral values of human actions from a volatile foundation of religion and sociology. Otherwise you need similar cruelty to kill a cockroach or a human. Else all the time the social dharma wears faces to look enlightened.
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No body does anything different. The achiever. The slave. Everyone does whatever humanely possible if one is willing to.
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I discovered when I wake up today that I am the one blessed to be the one for the next millennium. Then I realized that everyone else around deserve the same fate.
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Generations of human race have passed complaining changes in old days without realizing there has no timeline to anything human created that is at times universally significant too.
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A conservative is the one who knows what he/she can not attain in the pragmatic sphere and can not see others living his fantasies! Liberals have vision or ideas or ways to live such fantasy! Or at times they think it wiser to protect their sins!
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Primitive endeavor and essential attempt of natural discovery of Human life is mysteriously spent on philosophy of changing or inflicting changes to other people's life at times without realizing and at times driven intentionally!
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I am ever punctual within standard deviation of 30 minutes towards future to the mean time of arrival. And that’s about arrival only. Don’t ask me much regarding tasks and deadlines.
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I am lazy enough not to get my haircuts in months. People amaze me by perceiving that as my changing hairstyles.
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Anything else except old wine and old songs is not honestly appreciated by human!
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A tweet is mightier than bullet but then to become tweet proof you have time and options in the meantime when you are alive!
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A gentle breeze is as permanent as the Great Wall of China! In d diary of nature they represent different combination of basic elements of permanence!
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Nothing is temporary; nothing is permanent. Not even darkness! Existence of anything along d timeline is a limited concept of human enterprise!
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I will tell all the lies in d world if that gets me the soul even of a mosquito. Every second hence I will reincarnate myself for both the world!

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Enlightened! My foot! From my pocket at this instant I just discovered the coin, 'deja vu!'

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I love twitting not because I love it but because of my temporary madness!

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Twitting won't liberate anyone from oneself or from anything! But nothing else in the timeline of mankind did nor would do!

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I have been cynically illogical then!

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I have 30 last seconds to quote last lyrical prose of my life! Looking at my progress I will soon be cynical to all human endeavors!

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Trust me, I can be a more intelligent species if born on for legs instead of the three I am on! To be born with five legs in this man ruled world is darn risky! No reason I should consider those troublesome 5 legs if else we are exclusively talking within the wild domain!

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I want to live 1 more reincarnation before the great Mayan Collapse! But does that make me suicidal now? I want to reincarnate but not by dying'!

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Nothing lives eternally! Not even a tweet! I am dead sad for it!

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Through the eyes of Him: He who foresees disaster n knows death is not far away now! The man falling from d scrapper or d driver of d car crashing!

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Random occurrence of events: A lizard just caught hold of a Moth in my wall! And there are other things happening around the world!

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It’s tough to write anything. A tweet or an epic. Me no Virgil and not anyone amongst many one.

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I want go asleep with today in my mind; dream of eternity and with my heart that connects tomorrow. Bt my tomorrows seems2 arrive 4m nowhere, not connected anything, anywhere.

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Living the life of politician doesn't inspire me anymore but I still want to die a politician, sky cracking, and sea deep mysterious one some.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Rome was not Built in a day!

Rome was not built in a day. Then what is the best time frame of implementation of the ‘wonders’ perceived by human mind through the astounding efforts and accomplishments? A day, a year, an era or nothing specific at all! Philosopher of practicalities, don’t you agree that all greatest existences of natural wonders arrived and implemented just in that spur of a moment: the idea, when it strikes. Some attains materialization to deceive the eye and the mind hallucinated, with dream of romanticized capture of eternity in their ephemeral avatars, but all of them lives immortally in the universe of ‘wonderland’. Anything else can be attained in any frame of time. Be it Rome, be it the Taj, be it a day, be it a year, be it infinity, be it eternity.