World at odds (WAO)

What I have today, is what I will have tomorrow,

I got peace, I got love, and I got you!

I am too content to be looking around,

I got peace, I got love, and I got you!

I will have same winter, same summer, same autumn, year after year,

I got peace, I got love, and I got you!

I am too far away to have troubles and bursting thoughts,

I got peace, I got love, and I got you!

Sitting in heaven, looking back on earth with her,

I got peace, I got love, and I got you!

Labels: Blanks, Life, love, Manthan

I am not expressive!!Let this be a note I missed.

 

It has been a long day, I did not reach you.

I had to be a worried man, I did not reach you.

I had no experience of missing you,

I had one expression when I am missing you,

I know you missed me more than I missed you,

I know you be back soon, I am trying best to reach you.

Labels: Blanks, love

Why do birds fly? It is as simple, as they got wings!
But there was this bird called Do, Who can not fly,
He had so much weight, he can never had a flight,
He told all other birds, it is not good to fly,
No one took to his words, till one day he got his act alive,
Is not he the only bird who can not fly?
He had uniqueness, when all birds that got wings can fly,
Soon, he got more with his kind of uniqueness, who can not fly,
They grew in number fast, till few birds were left with wings that can fly,
Do had got all to weight equal or more, so now no one can fly,
Do has a brother called Ho who knew why he cannot fly,
Ho now knew, why all these birds can not fly,
There feather started to shed, that led them to panic a bit,
Do told them all, it is good to have limbs with no feather, when you need not to fly,
Ho can not took it any longer, a whole race giving up flying,
Ho asked all the birds, what has made thy race till now so high,
They all had got wings and lots of air to fly,
They were unique as animals with four legs can never fly like them,
He told the story when birds who can not fly, were eaten up by reptiles.

It did the trick, all got there wings fluttering,
Do saw thousand heavy weight birds flying, not so high, but still flying,
Ho come to his brother and pushed him form the cliff,
The lazy Do too flipped some wings muscle and he to got to fly,
So there is never a bird that can not fly,
If you got wings, you all can fly!!

For the spirit of flying!! It doesn’t matter it is high or low, but matter you fly!!

Labels: Blanks, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Life, Manthan

It has been a long hiatus; I have been long away from WAO. I would like to write something about faith. So, have confidence in me and trust in each word I am going to pen down here tonight.

You all may have heard a lot from me about my dear friend Chika. He had a remarkable experience lately, which he shared across with me over the last few days resulting in me staying away from activities in WAO. He asked to have faith in him, only condition before he would share his experience. I supposed it was a stupid remark from him; I had always been his faithful ally in all him adventures, but may be this was a solo act.

Chika told me, he fell in love with a beautiful Aryan (I am sure he did not asked the gal from where she is) girl few months back. He also convinced the gal has also the same mutual feelings for him; thou they had talked once only, commuting in a local train (must have stepped on her toe or something). Well, I had always underestimated him, but he had been known as a lady killer Jung Bhadur in college days. He proved his theory by telling me that every day she boarded the same train as he did ( Co incidence never happen in such kind of love) and what else, the day Chika end up not boarding the 9 o clock local, he found her also in the 9:15 local. It was her intention to be along with him than a mere co incidence, as I would have thought.

I am man who has always beloved in the power of eyes; they end up always catching the truth and always not ending up hiding a lie. He described her eye as he was poet par excellence Sahir or Manzoor. I was impressed, he had never seen an eye as big this before other than that of his cow (excuse me, she really had big beautiful eye, I can confirm for the cow at least). The way she flickered her eye, it just reminded him of that study lamp that never come alive. (Even I did not get what does this meant, but it’s that thing called love).

I asked him, Chika yaar this is nothing extraordinary as per your standard, the crush for the Burka clad woman and that nun in school still holds above this. Chika come back to me with his legendary re say “ yaar, this time it is true love”. I would have laughed, if it had been someone else, but Chika’s innocent face said a lot.

It still had no elements of extraordinary, Chika revealed little more. The gal stop coming to station a fortnight ago( stalker I said). Chika told me he waited for her for few more days but no sign of her in any of the 24 locals plying on that route. ( Hmm, Chika bhai, had always had severe heart ache). Chika told me,he stopped coming to station after third day. It was a long day, when he end up seeing her face in a hindi newspaper at a barber shop. Now I am getting convinced something extra will be dished. The newspaper told about a gal being killed in a train accident. Hey guys, that was not all, the newspaper was an year old one.( I did asked Chika, but cannot be as forceful, till I broke the oath of faith). He reasoned me, that people die in train accident and he saw her, in the exact place where she died.

So Chika in love with a ghost (This can be rated extraordinary, but hold on people, loads of extra is still to be unleashed). He now started me telling his pursuit for her love. (I left Chika alone for 3 months and he ended up being nuts). He put into practice the technique he has learned from a Sanyasi in himalayas. He can hold on to his sleep till the point he is in trance to NEVER EVER. (He can sleep in 5 min into a science lecture, I wonder how many time he had been to NEVER EVER). No question asked, as the oath is silver. He was in NEVER EVER and saw her love being excluded in the parade of lovers happening there. Before he approach her, he confronted the organizer, why she not in the parade. The parade had legends from Heer Ranjha, Romeo Juliet, Rahul Tina & Anjali, Rohit and Dev and let me put short all kind of pair in love. Organizer did not allowed, stag entry. (Man, by now I had understood what this story is all about, you all have to wait).In few more minutes he has jeopardized the whole procession for not letting him or her love invited. He told me organizer was pissed at him for gate crashing in at this place and his gal was excluded as she did not have those tapping feet. That kind of insult and discrimination and that too in NEVER EVER, Chika was not going to give up. I asked him what about the gal. Chika has again given a sorry face. What else nothing is left in this story. Chika told me, his action took the centre stage and all started staring at him. This was enough for Rahul to slip from clutches of Tina and Anajali and impress my lass. The moment I turned she was too the part of parade and I was pushed back from NEVER EVER. Next Chika, found himself was sleeping and roaring in Deans class. Rest I know, he ate my head for a week with this absurd story. I had to trust him and you have to trust me.

So moral of the story is, If you plan to go to a disc always take your best pal with you, even he had no gal with him, ideally get him a nice lass for company, else he will make you realize it in some strange ways.

I am proud of you Chika, you never let me down, I may let you down sometime.

Friends will be friends till the very end…………………….Mercury

Labels: Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, humour, Life, rock

This is not a blank; it is something I need to specify soon.

 

It was a cottage, placed in the wilderness,

I was sitting in dark, waiting for them to join,

Slow music playing in, Deer’s and sheep were dancing in my head,

The table in front of me was rocking,

The glass and bottle stare at me imperfectly,

Temptation were dark as always, wait got agonizing,

Golden color in silver light, I cannot be more poetic,

I break the law, took few sip to warm off,

It was cold and unnerving; they never seem to appear,

I gutted one for those, for whom I kept waiting,

I enjoyed it a bit more, wait is always fruitful,

2, 3 and 4, I had enough, to have a new soul,

Then it happened the first one come and sit next to me,

Shuffled the cards, placed the deck on board,

Got a wicked smile, gutted 2 more as a welcome breeze,

5 and 6, no more counts, 2 more come and sat in,

Cards in hand, I did played joker to the game of poker,

The one on east seem to be my shade from young,

The one on west seem to be my image from present,

The one from no direction seem to be my reflection from future,

All laughed with me, drinking my whiskey,

All cried with me, sipping my whiskey,

Last drop spilled on floor, it created magic,

She appeared and all boys vanished,

She grew stronger in color, I grew pale,

I needed more to my head, to make her wane,

She had made it sure, it did not happen,

I got a hiding behind my 6 edged bottle,

She grew brighter in color,

I remembered nothing after that…

I think I slept on floor, milo licking my face,

That’s how often party ends,

It is a voyage of a pendulum,

Time is constant, gravity useless,

Poet in me wakes up, the very next day,,,,

Labels: Abusive best, Ankoen dekhe, Blanks, citric, drugs, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, Life

My 6 string making sounds by own,

Time to tune in the poor thing,

Making noise at wee hours,

How can I forget my love?

Time and altitude takes its toll,

But how can the you in u change,

I drove early tonight, ate early,

It still shines like a true fender,

But it sound horrendous,

Time to touch her, gently,

I tuned her, but I will not play tonight,

It is my lost love, the love from old,

I need to rise to her level once,

She play music, I make noise,

Don’t get into me & my guitar,

It is forgot and love relation,

No complains, be in love,

When we touch each other,

Time to sleep, but I still did not played in her!!!!

Labels: Blanks, Generic/vyom, love, rock

 

You being nice to the world,

Thinking it of reciprocating,

What it does in plenty,

Hurting you, burning your world,

You should have learned by now,

The craft of being nice,

It is sold at $ 2 at the next block,

Pretension was not in your action,

Evil was not in your eyes,

How venerable you are of being hurt,

You do not know difference of,

Actually and seeming to be nice,

You should have learned by now,

The craft of being nice,

It is sold at $ 2 at the next block.

Do not be nice, it hurts me to see nice people around. Please be crafty or stop being nice.

Labels: Blanks, citric, Generic/vyom, Manthan

I had never seen an eye with my I,

I have been too arrogant to look at me,

I have been too withdrawn to look at him,

It took me to the day; I and I had to face off,

I lost all I loved, coz of my I being strong,

I got all his gratification, coz of I being weak,

I kept my head up all day,  I made it fall down in night,

I slept in night, I cried in night,

I and I got married perpetually…

Phir roz ek din…

I shot I……..

One left dead one left alive

The one I that lived went on to live happy unendingly…

Labels: Blanks, citric, Generic/vyom, Life, Manthan

 

Will you agree with me, I know you all wont, but I had known people who did? Is there anything other than happiness that make you feel content and at peace? You being away from state of chaos and not able to differentiate what exactly are happiness or sorrow? Hallucination is something I suppose bring you there. Does Marijuana give you a state of happiness or something else? I do not want to write something crape here.

Is happiness everything?

How can you be happy, if you won’t have car, jewel or a kingdom of own?

Yes you are, coz you know you cannot have them?

How can you be happy, if your boss shouts at you, your wife always niggle?

Yes you are coz you know you cannot get a better job or lass.

What else you look for than happiness?

Ask a fallen lover who longs for sorrow,

He enjoy the pain, the languish in the backyard.

But then there is the story of the rosebud.

He had enjoyed everything in life, but missed that moment of true happiness.

Is happiness everything?

You enjoy lot many things without being happy,

Come back again and again to suffer the fate.

If you look for happiness as everything, you look for discontent,

The absolute term is nothing, so shall I Call it,

Is happiness nothing?

Labels: Blanks, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, Manthan

Crater of fear and anxiety,

A meteor hit your life recently,

Keep looking at it, do let it grow,

Till other start falling in it,

You will love, when all start talking about it,

I know you still saddened,

It is just a cater, people have big depressions,

You ask the almighty one,

To hit your life with a meteoric storm,

You got pleased, now you have gloom in abundance,

Crater of fear and anxiety,

It is big enough to swallow everyone,

Stop looking at it, start finding some victims…………

Labels: Blanks, citric, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Manthan

I heard the story of sunshine and the ghost,

It started on a late sunset, when ghost come to see the sunshine,

He comes back next day, to see her again,

He kept coming back every day to see her again,

Sunsets were followed by sunrise,

Ghost got addicted; he lived his part of nights adoring sunshine,

It does not seem so for to be a story; sunshine has to know about the ghost of night,

The gracious moon was observing the story,

He played his part, fooled ghost to come early and be in front of sunshine,

Sunshine was dazzled to see someone so dark and shying away from her reach,

Ghost did not basked in her light to leave sunshine waiting for the next rendezvous,

It does not seem to be a story so far,

Ghost got scared of the fear of having heart, sunshine got baffled of liking the dark,

Sun heard the story from his pal moon,

Both played there part in making it a story,

They eclipsed the very next day,

Sunshine and ghost stranded in front of each other,

The silence was the word of affection; love was the meaning of this calmness,

Sun eclipsed over, ghost vanished, leaving sunshine,

What next was love confession?

People had sunshine on a cloudy day, people sighted ghost everywhere,

Sun and moon, agreed, they did a blunder,

Sun let know sunshine, she cannot survive in darkness,

Moon let know ghost, he cannot bask the radiance,

Sunshine and ghost were left in this lurch for ages,

Then one day come the present age,

Which took darkenss out of night to the day of sun?

People were darker than the ghost,

Sunshine competed with the fluorescent,

Sun and moon has lost their importance and prime,

But they had something to correct before both fade away in oblivion,

They eclipsed once again,

To bring sunshine and ghost in close distance,

Eyes stuck, calmness personified, wind stopped,

It was the meeting of eternity,

Nature blessed as he got balanced by artificial,

Sun and moon smiled to approve the union,

Sunshine and ghost never left each other sight to make it,

An endearing and perfect story.

Labels: Blanks, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Life, love, Manthan

Now this is something never happened to me before. I was not able to concentrate in work after returning from the strange orchard, the drums kept on beating in my ears. By now I have assumed I have offended the spirit of the Orchard by throwing a stone at the drummer. I had to be in orchard soon and I was there in no time.

The drummer was still there and was playing the drums at the same pace. I had to confront him, but why I do not know. I was standing next to him now, but I was not able to read his mind. He had shunted the waves of mind. I thought of splashing water from pond on him to disturb his single speed rhythm. What’s that, he did not have a reflection in water? Wait he had a reflection, it was me. The confusion has set up and as all my life when I get agitated, I am supposed to do something awful. I started splashing water at him, so that he gives me some attention. He seemed to be a black looking figure but now with water reacting with him, he kept on changing colors. I heard another drum from other side of the pond. I looked back to find one more drummer. He looked the same. I splashed a big stone in pond and water spilled all over the place. Now I have four drummers playing to an absolute rhythm.

I have to break this spell of magic or whatever it was. I composed myself and sit on a rock and kept on watching this noise show. Only thing that come into my mind was, this is a mysterious place and only thing for people work here is imagination and happiness. I need to confront the drummer by this but not by tricks of the habitual world.

I closed my eye and imagined to pick a flute in my hand and I had a flute in my hand. Next thing was playing the flute. I have never hissed a single breath in a flute but today I was performing like a world beater. In a minute, five of us were jamming in perfect unison in the strange orchard. The more I got confident and played the flute to the beats, the more they started disappearing. In next 15 min I was standing alone next to the pond. I was playing the flute and enjoying the place. Now the lotus has started to flutter to my music, even fish’s started summer Saulting, two sweet looking squirrels were also dancing..I felt like a magician…

And the next minute I was in a meeting, with my boss staring at me. I think he asked me some question and it seemed I was stoned here for ages. I had the internal smile of Buddha; I said politely to my boss Sir, please come again.

Labels: Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, Manthan

 

I was feeling very exhausted yesterday night. I wanted to take a break of my daily routine and wished to be at my favorite orchard. The harder I tried, more difficult was for me to transit. I tried sleeping early, but I did not have a dream. Went to the roof top, gazed at sky nothing seems to happen. I was getting frustrated at this bit of moment. I was going to return home, when something stuck me from back. I turned back but I did not see anything. I entered my room and I smelled the green grass but cannot fell it. I washed my hand, water seem to be as fresh as one from the lotus pond. I closed my eyes in bed, and in a flash I was at my beloved place.

I had some strange feeling; somehow strange orchard did not seem to be strange today. I think I have been visiting this place now very often. Walking tree and talking fruits looked to be business as usual. I rip a fruit from a tree and ate without giving it a chance to blubber. It tasted like cabbage, still something were strange here. I was starring at the broken wall, when I started hearing the drum beat. It was coming from the west end of the orchard; I remembered there was a pond of blue water with loads of yellow lotus flowers.

I saw a guy beating the drum near the pond. It was first time I saw a human intruder into the garden of odds. In place of waving or shouting to grab his attention, I threw a stone towards him. Oops I threw it hard and it splashed the water from the pond. The drum beat grew stronger and it seemed to be more like a war cry. I turned my back to see how far I have come to find it was pitch black behind me, orchard has vanished. The drum stopped beating, I turned back to see blackness. All has vanished, strange orchard has evaporated.

The cold shivering wind woke me up, I found myself sleeping on the roof top. And guess what I had a very refreshing day today, seems orchard broke my routine, but I have more unfinished business left in the orchard.

See you soon in the strange orchard.!!

Labels: Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, Manthan, panthaism

Please refer to this hyperlink for more, It is a copy paste stuff, do not assume much out of it.

http://www.circle-of-light.com/Mantras/om-mantra.html

Om Mani Pedme Hum (or Om Mani Pedme Hung), is the most common mantra in Tibet, recited by Buddhists, painted or carved on rocks, prayer wheels, or yak skulls and seen around most usually. Tibetan people, almost all Buddhists, do believe that it is very good to practice the mantra of Chenrezi, the Bodhisattva of Compassion (The protective deity of Tibet), which may, relieve negative karma, accumulate merit, help rescue them from the sea of suffering and achieve Buddhahood. Speaking the mantra loud or silently, spinning prayer wheels with the mantra, and carving mantra into stones are the usual practices.

Om, symbolize one's impure body, speech and mind, and also the pure noble body, speech and mind of a Buddha. Buddhism claims that an impure body, speech and mind can be transformed into pure ones of a Buddha, who was once impure and later by removing their negative attributes, achieved enlightenment on his path.

Mani, the jewel, symbolizes factors of method, compassion and love, the altruistic intention to become enlightened. "Just as a jewel is capable of removing poverty, so the altruistic mind of enlightenment is capable of removing the poverty, or difficulties, and of solitary peace. Similarly, just as a jewel fulfills the wishes of sentient beings, so the altruistic intention to become enlightened fulfills the wishes of sentient beings", the Dalai Lama says.

PADME means lotus and symbolizes wisdom. Growing out of mud, but not being stained by mud, lotus indicates the quality of wisdom, which keeps you out of contradiction.

The last syllabus, Hum, means inseparability; symbolizing purity & can be achieved by the unity of method and wisdom.

Labels: buddha, Life, panthaism

A farmer can sing about his cow and farm,

A soldier can sing about his sword and army,

A lover can sing about his gal and jiffs,

What you sing about my friend…

Oops you don’t have any classification,

Neither a soldier nor a lover, and never ever can be a farmer,

You got a gal but no moments to talk,

You got a sword but no bravery,

You got a cow but no sweat,

Want to get classified,

Start singing about the thing you know the best…

Labels: Blanks, Generic/vyom, Manthan

• When in doubts, pick one among the mentioned two, listen to others or do not listen to the others, if you fails to pick the one I assume you will not be understanding this....panthaism [ Sermon from the Coldness ]

• If you cry for foul, you are weak,If you do not cry for foul, you are meek, So better play only those games, in which you foul. [ Sermon from the field ]

Labels: Generic/vyom, Life, Manthan, panthaism

It has been long time and I had not talked about Chika, my best pal. Now he is a doctor and as a part of his contract he is working in a remote Indian village. The village has DTH, telephone line, a dispensary, I think even a small time police post but still it is remote on paper.

Chika with all the comforts of a city still feel he is trapped in a remote junction. Poor boy called me up and even convinced me that he is in a remote world. I asked him what worries you man, is it the poor or the illiterate or the goons that all I expected in my answer. He said no.

He asked me to watch some old Indian village oriented films and then to discuss this. I went back and refilled my knowledge of India with Kisna, lagan and Swades. Poor chaps but that was also not the remote India. I updated chika with my findings. Chika was not impressed and asked me you need to check the movies like do beega jameen, prem rog and some more movies that touched the issues.

I had not watched these movies and even if I had, that would not have helped me, I do not get more out of movie other than the last song. I asked Chika, do not waste my time, talk straight I already end up watching lagan for the 3^rd time coz of him.

Have you ever hated a man coz he is not of your caste. I said absolutely not. Have you seen the lust in your eyes for all helpless women? Nope, woman being helpless is like Tyson being a beautician. Have you ever been treated like not being offered water coz u eat with a person of other religion. May be yes, but I was offered Coke in its place. Have you ever discriminated any one for not being from your part of country? I have to think F Naga was an exception, even Nagaland had no place for him.

Chika as you all know is cuil as a cucumber but today he lost his peace and banged his receiver. May be he got pissed I did not watched the movies he was talking about. Any way I will buy him a nice lunch next weekend when I go home.

Wait – This did not end up like this, I though what my best frenzo was going through and in the lunch session we did concluded my swades is still remote. No DTH no literacy campaign no roads can bring that rays of enlightenment.

Buddha bhalle Kare !!!

Labels: Ankoen dekhe, citric, Generic/vyom, Life

I grew up watching star trek and lost in space…

I had an illusion for the outer space…

I grew up listening Bryan Adams and Bon Jovi…

I had an impression will live up to 18 then I die…

I grew up studying geometry and algebra…

I had inkling for making a formation…

One sunlight hours it happened all of a sudden,,

I stopped growing….

Illusion, impression, inkling, hunches all started dodging..

Spaceships, guitar, numbers all started evading…

I had the clear picture…

Some call it reality other call it certainty..

I did not got what is the difference..

I had the clear picture…

It is black and white…

I got framed in it..

I had the clear picture..

Labels: Blanks, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Life

The ancient you are the better are your chances of being satisfied in this world of now days. I was thinking what is all we are after, and what one gets and what one misses. Few people experiment with thy life and reach a certain degree of emancipation or liberation. This level can be of greatness or level of fall. A master criminal know how he is rogue and can exploit the surroundings. In same way a person who comes to knew he has the ability to move the masses end up being a Hitler or Gandhi. Won’t you ask what happen to the majority of people? Yes, they end up like us.

Placate this world, not by deeds but by your mind. You do not have to be a practicing Buddhist but an observing soul. A tiger in a jungle is equivalent to a sage meditating on a river side, he is also equivalent to you and me working with full concentration in his or her office. There is a place for you and me and we need to have peace in there.

There are few gun slinging people in war raged countries, are they at peace. I cannot answer about thy peace but I know they do have something to pacify thy mind. What is this is not easy for me to comment but extremist as glorified in our culture too had a certain degree of peace.

What I liked about the socialist regimes and communist of the past was that they treated people equally. All works were as important as the person doing it. A doctor or a farmer paid the same for the work they do. Sound logical to me, a doctor may be a physically week person to plough the farm so took his refugee in books why he need to be paid more?

Some implementation went wrong and it resulted in the ouster of socialism idea, at least for this half of century.

Who will placate this world; it will neither be a religious nor a political messiah. It wills you and us, and trick is the mind. I have wavered but idea is same, equality is important for peace. It should not cost lives and unrest and confused soul being created.

Labels: citric, Revolution, world view

A year ago had a friend, who fell in love,

It happened in an instance, few scraps travelled across,

7 to be precise, 30 min exactly to fell in love,

A day went; they had bought a dedicated reliance,

A week went; he shopped and shipped chocs and teddy bears,

How fast was love, people questioned me,

I was the best friend, but did not knew when he took a flight to meet her,

I was convinced it was love not anything else,

When I chauffeured the love beings on a snowy day.

I felt like a cupid, it was my laptop and my words in those scraps,

Which lit the fire?

Time went I lost the track of the story, as it seemed too boring,

When I heard the two going to get married.

A day ago I got my favorites mode of communication,

He pinged me on a communicator to know he not going to marry her,

My first reaction was poor boy; she must have used her,

I wanted to take my words back, of being the cupid,

I wanted to know why Hally left Sally or the other way around,

My first call was to his brother, he told me they were made for each other,

One was a MBBS and other a MBA, how often do you see such a match,

He reasoned gal was self centered to run all in to trouble,

Ohh I see my boy was in love with a doctor, my mistake I should have warned,

I was not convinced that they run into trouble, it seemed to be dark and deceptive,

I heard another story in evening, gal meet a boy who was an MD,

Things were to shock me in morning when I get my friends invitation,

He is marrying a gal who working at a 7 digit package with a MNC,

Love seem to confuse the cupid only, people do rise and fall like a tide,

Do not take much out of it, west wrote it as a testimony of witnessing love.

Labels: Ankoen dekhe, Blanks, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom