Paintings

Believed 5 days, 16 hours ago in what. 1 Comment

Once this person, to whom i had grown close as an admirer, and i were sharing a moment of falling in love with a display of warm ecstasy of the evening sky. Then he told me, “Nature paints the most beautiful of pictures every day, but sadly we fail to see.”

i remember you, dear friend, as i behold the evening sky even today. i watch every now and then, and each of those nows and thens i wonder, why is it that we all fail to see. And suddenly i’m thrown into a busy junction of thought-trains, one hitting me after the other, taking me far far away from the beautiful paintings.

That person was a prodigy. A genius at a talent; capable of effortlessly drawing rapture of folks who happen to be around him as he goes into his dance. Lonely, the both of us found company in each other to be lonely, and to bow before our Mother. In half a year, they had gotten hold of him: the essence of tobacco, and the falsettos of alcohol. In a year, i could barely recognise him, and i doubt that he ended the year lonelier than he started off.

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The paintings drawn by our Mother still holds me in rapture, even if only for a few moments that i drift in air in her twirling hands, before i fall into one of those trains.

 

An open letter to Messieurs Gaza Hackers

Believed 1 week, 5 days ago in My Life My Voice and Witness Times News. 0 Comments

So you said “We will not stop hacking It’s not a crime It’s our job”. And you hacked my blog, and you declared your love to some ridiculous morphemes. And you stated your desire to get the consent of some king to fornicate with Israel, Denmark, the USA, and France.

Cool. So now can i ask you, why?

Why do you have to hack my blog? What have you gained from it? Or lost from it? What have you made me lose or gain?

i have no connections to any of the afore mentioned nation states. i have no affinity or hate to Palestine or Israel. i hold no key positions in the US army, nor do represent UN peace keeping forces. My blog has not in any way made an attempt to belittle any of these stakeholders than you mention.

i have not lost any money in undoing your work. Nobody in their senses would have a vendetta against my blog, so presumably, you haven’t been paid to hack my site either.

So what is it that drove you to hack my blog twice in the past two weeks?

You achieved nothing but more depression in the world. You acheived a me who, already fed up with life, is now a tad bit more with self-anhilatory leanings. You probably achieved despairing sighs from some who tried accessing some of my posts.

So other than more unhappyness in this world, what have you achieved, dear aka Hamdi Mershed and Co?

i have some ip addresses. Have some domain names and emails, which you left hither and tither in my blog in your hurry to leave and attack another site. i have some names, mostly fake. i have a few registrar details. Now i can make a nice case out of all of this. But honestly, what is the point? Should i be stupid enough to assume that you cannot find other registrars or hosts? Or more members to carry forth your trade? No sir.

Instead, out of curiousity, out of pity, out of stupid pathetic despair, i write you this letter. Wouldst thou care to answer?

Supposedly a Verse

Believed 1 month, 1 week ago in Poetryness and what. 0 Comments

Let loose dearie,
Escape into the Gangstah Gahm,
Escape the dreary
Just like the LSDed lanes
Disjointed verses quell
Against the reasons and emote swell;
Breaking off kaput/
At the end of the beginning,
To say nothing of the beginning of the end.

Even for lack of spell,
A kiss is as dry as an udder-like-well.

Call this profound,
Shakespeare just hung a noose,
This crap is as sublime
As ‘Abhi’s “Ammachi”‘*.
* which is a reference to an old FEP “Mallu-bashing” peacock dance.

Wow, now the audiences are asking for a sequel!
What say we vamose? Schnell!

The positivity of negativity

Believed 4 months, 1 week ago in Critical. 1 Comment

Also called the idealism of hypocrisy.

(This is a very simple story. One which has been playing in my mind for a few years now, but one which befuddled me as a defensive response to assessments by soul mates, made within yet without. Yet now, after having thought little butterfly spans more, i think i am ready to write. Perhaps i am wrong.)

Who do we call hypocrites? Yes, them who say something and in practice does something else. The category of hypocrites belongs to those who talk at length about a particular ideological stand, and in practice go against this stand knowing that they are going against the stand. It does not belong to those who are not aware that they are going against their stand; that is ignorance. Ignorance is not a sin; well, ignorant ignorance, where one is ignorant because one simply has not gotten there yet, is not a sin, yet selective or chosen ignorance, where one chooses to be ignorant, perhaps, is.

Hypocrites thus do know that their actions do not follow their words or thoughts. They are aware that what they do is contrary to their ideological stand.

But then, what make them thus? Is it because they have vested interests, and that what they say is for profit, whereas what they do is the real them? These people again are not hypocrites, they are liars. Their real ideological stand is what they do – that which they do because of something they think. Thus, though they are not true to their words, they are true to their thoughts. Thus, they are not hypocrites, but are liars.

So then what makes them thus? What makes them do something contrary to what they believe, when they know that they are doing something contrary to what they believe in? In my experience, perhaps, it is a wish to be that ideal that they believe in. Either, knowing that they are not that ideal, yet advocating that ideal in words and spirit, striving for that ideal, yet not having the energy yet to be it. Thus we see people who firmly speak and believe of an ideal, yet doing something else, for they have not yet the energy to be the change. Or, helplessly resigning to fate, letting what may be, mostly resigning to realities that are contrary to their ideal, but inside them, an ember which wishes for the ideal, which will catch flame and blaze when fuel for the ideal appears. Thus we see people who do something, but loathe what they do, yet resigning to doing it, perhaps even speaking against the ideal, or even loathe the ideal for their present circumstance, yet who shall hoist the flag and hold the line if fuel appears.

These people are the real hypocrites. Yet we see that they are not really bad people at all… They are rather, idealists in their mid-life crisis. Some, of course, probably will not emerge from their crisis, and be doomed in it. Some others, do come out and take their causes forward.

Thus, there exists the idealism in hypocrisy. Hypocrisy is because of idealism.

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And the same with negativity. Them who are negative keep contradicting the present. Them who are positive find these negatives appaling. Yet, i believe that inside them who be negative, there exists a flame of positivity, or shall i call it, a positivity for an ideal. When the pessimist says that the glass of water is half empty, the pessimist wishes it to be full. And therefore calls it half empty. The pessimist wouldn’t call it empty at all if it is full, then it would just be a full with a smile on their face.

Agreed, one can just choose to be positive, see the glass as half full, cuddle in, and be happy. Yet, the negative does not wish the glass to be half empty; rather, it is wished that the glass be full. So the negative is not exactly negative, are they? And they are not eternally pessimistic – merely till their ideal is achieved.

Again agreed, one can keep being negative about one’s present, and the ideal could never be achieved. But when the ideal is indeed achieved, dear friend, it should be as beautiful for them as it is for a blind to receive sight.

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These thoughts of mine give weight to intention and the wish of one deepest deep, more than action or words.

Ironically, these end up being thoughts and words…

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

Believed 5 months, 2 weeks ago in My Life My Voice. 0 Comments

One begins to see it when one’s research papers begin to make one or two quit facebook or turn vegetarians. Or when one writes, and what one writes begin to make post offices function, or make Government buildings build faster. When one’s ‘social work’ hobby begins to help children get better at Mathematics. Or make the untalked talked…

change.
That six letter word which means so much, and keeps meaning so much more.

Who am I/i to be consciously responsible for an O/other’s change? Or, who am I/i to be responsible for consciously creating/attempting to create an O/other’s change? Unless I/i know for myself, and strongly believe. Who am I/i to K/know and believe? What do/can I/i K/know or believe?

When all these questions play, how can the butterfly still flap its wings and create that hurricane in the Amazon?

[ASIDE]It might seem just fine for me to be present in a Rajasthani village or a Copenhagen restaurant, but the jobs i make lose, and families thus affect, because of my presence ping stronger at my heart than the awareness of my then presence there.[/ASIDE]

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.

(and i, i chose to watch out; breathe in, breathe out; meditate. Om.)

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