Psychic Strands

May have (not)......

2010-11-23T11:34:00.000-08:00

I may have not sent any msgs,
I may have not picked your calls.

I may have not made your day bright,
I may have not treated you right.

I may have not been there for you,
I may have not cared for you.

I may have not dared for you,
I may have not dreamed of you.

I may have not cried in your sorrow,
I may have not tried to change things better.

I may have not done nothing for you,
I have been nothing without you.

I may have not given you your respect,
All I have with me is a little love spared for you forever in me.
I may have all the visions in me (Vishn)
but I am incomplete without u. (Vishnu)

Sorry... Forgive me..

Lord Ganesha..

2009-11-16T08:32:00.000-08:00

An Eye of Beauty is a Joy forever....

2009-11-12T08:45:00.001-08:00

Work - Life: The vanishing subtle Life's "Rose Line"

2009-11-11T13:43:00.000-08:00

Every morning the sun ray shines with the same vigor that it had been shining for all these millions of years. The birds chirp on the early glimpse of light and start catching their prey and sing duets all along the time playing with its fellow mates, sometimes fight. The work of nature has been the same every day except for the humans.

Its been a very long time since I have seen these acts of nature in vivid color and splendid. With the work becoming more important to one's livelihood since the advent of the "Dark Times" (read as RECESSION). The work time has slowly encroached the personal time and extended to very late wee hours in the early morning, working almost like a machine on projects that have such unimaginable time-frames to complete. Long gone are the days where I used to watch TV for leisure and read books for relaxation, watching the sun go down in the evening from the roof top of home, playing and roaming with friends. These days its even hard to see the sun shine in early morning as day starts (only thing I see is the Moon shining when my day starts) or the cool breeze running down the hair when you walk in the park (now replaced by walking in the mid-day hot sun with half closed sleepy eyes).

The work life has crept in with a whip in the hand, that the once identifiable "Rose Line" (read as Work - Life Differentiators) of real life has slowly and definitely diminished to almost a dot in one's life and it wont be soon lost to the sands of time. Instead of working for a better life, we have made work as life and losing our personal life in the process of living.

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" is the old adage which has become relevant in the present and future of one's life. but today the adage is changed to
"All work and no play makes Jack - a master of trade with life in a cage"

Time.. Time.. Time..

2009-11-11T13:12:00.001-08:00

Time is MONEY, people who WORK.
Time is PAIN, people in LOVE.
Time is ECSTASY, people who PLAY.
Time is STILL, people all ALONE.

Time is PASSE, people who DREAM.
Time is GOLD, people living in MEMORIES.
Time is FOREVER, people who ADVENTURE.
Time is RIDDLE, people who STRUGGLE.

Time is BEST, people grabbing OPPORTUNITIES.
Time is WORST, people who BANKRUPT/BEG.
Time is ALL, people who ACHIEVE
Time is NOW, people in REALITY

My Musing - A Far Cry

2008-09-22T14:13:00.000-07:00

Walking in the evening humming myself a tune,

Down the lonely street of the crowded city,

I can see five year olds playing by the park,

Smile on their faces and eyes with spark.

Lost in their own creative world with laughter and play,

Myself, lost in trance of childhood memoirs on passage of the day.

On the street was a rag boy of almost the same age,

Rummaging through garbage instead of book page,

Looking at the children, his eyes moist with sadness and delight,

Lost in thought, whether can life ever change his plight?

Picking the rags of plastic, colorful wrappers and papers for his daily meal,

Will the society ever provide anything to invoke his zeal?

There is no magic crystal balls - there is no magic spells,

There are no fairy tales - There aren't any wishing wells,

There is no chosen few - it's just me and you,

And that's all we got. Ya...that's all we got to hold on to.

To make and give something for them to believe in,

To make the other side a little paradise.

The Continuum of Sapient (Lifecycle)

2008-09-08T06:37:00.000-07:00

Born small and tender,

Like the fire flies - fragile and slender,

Adored, fed and well cared,

'Til our heart and feelings can bear. (Childhood)

Roaming the world with a flutter,

Searching for a hand when the heart shudder,

Painting many pictures in the minds clutter,

Filled with love and anger, a part of our hearts mutter. (Adolescence)

Toiling and Moiling to make our ends meet,

Acting and packing with people, for better treat.

Snaky and slicky, our twisted minds be,

Following rusty path, our contorted minds cant see. (Adulthood)

Searching for the lost ages we tread,

Losing peace, love and affection we dread.

Aimed to reach stars, we desired,

Only hopes left behind, in our pyres. (2nd childhood???? - Oldage)

Dare to Dream

2008-08-05T04:54:00.000-07:00

Dare to dream - the future ahead,
Dare to dream - to make a brand new start,
Dare to dream - from the long roads trotten, you depart,
Dare to dream - the visions of better tomorrow,
Dare to dream - to make our haven a paradise.

Dare to dream - the paths untold,
Dare to dream - 'til for million queries, reasons unfold,
Dare to dream - to reach beyond the skies,
Dare to dream - to play with the stars.

Dare to dream - too big, whether young or old,
Dare to dream - to change the world.
Dare to dream - to explore your wildest fantasies,
Dare to dream - to open countless possiblities.

Dare to dream - to live your aspirations ,
Dare to dream - to enable and maximize your potentials,
Dare to dream - beyond just credentials.

Dare to dream - to give abundant love till it hurts,
Dare to dream - to double your efforts,
Dare to dream - to live your dreams,
Dare to dream - to Dare your dreams.
Dare to dream - to Dare for your Dreams.

Beauté de l'amitié [Beauty of Friendship]

2008-08-05T02:57:00.000-07:00

“ Every day the flowers bloom, along with the sun they rise,
Spreading their fragrance near and far, to everyone’s surprise.
Though they wilt in the heat of the sun and as the dusk comes by.
With a small pint of fresh water, cool air and little time,
They bloom in grandeur, again, when the next day comes by,
Fresh and young with their smell reaching far and wide.
Their smell cannot be captured by the hand, or in a closed room by sand,
Weaving a tangle of joy and peace around us like a magic wand,
Always lingers and rejuvenates us by its reminisces in our heart land.”

(In)famous Fashion: Vogue or Rogue

2008-04-24T04:56:00.000-07:00

Today I got early in the morning (rare event) due to the searing heat and humid air (my "smelly" sweat) even at the wee hours of the morning. Murmuring blasphemy verses about the city that has started to become unbearable to live with, due to heavy traffic smoke and the parched land b’coz of the illegal and paranoiac usage of water. I switched on the TV and as usual went to my fav "Animax" channel (as you see I am still child at heart :-) but just over built), just for my dismay and to fuel my agony, the power was cut. With nothing else to soothe my bust heart, I had to finally turn to the newspaper and the magazine subscribed.

Enthusiastically I opened the newspaper in delusion and hope to find some interesting articles, wonderful discoveries, inventions or new gadgets in the market. I scourged through the papers only to find articles on murder, robbery, politics and fashion. As I further rummaged to the end of the newspaper (the supplement), to my dejection all I can see are the exposures of ladies rampant on the ramps of the so called "Fashion Week" Show. Each showing their slender, fragile diet body and a smile on their face (censored here - I don’t want to amplify as most know the implied gestures). With disgust I threw the paper away and went ahead to have my shower and get ready for the hectic day ahead. (Yes I did gaze at the pictures for some time, that’s human but still I disliked them)

As the cold water started sprouting from the shower sizzled my head, the photos of the fashion show from the newspaper started to playback in the back of my head slowly (like all normal males, my mind was swirling with exotic figures) just like we continue humming the tune that we last heard from radio. As the water sprouts became pellets of sand sprayed on my face, my thoughts started to become clear and started to ask myself why we (people) have to do these shows and “reveal” ourselves to show that we are beautiful. Each person is beautiful in every way that God has created us. All are beautiful and it does only in the eyes of the beholder do the beauty of the person reflect. Why do we need to apply all these artificial “beauty” enhancers to make a statement to the world that we are beautiful none the less? My train of thoughts was cut short by the banging of the door and a yell from my brother that it’s getting late, that brought me back to reality and I hurried in my process of getting attired to go to the dreaded yet playful office.

During the evening, on the same day, after a hectic project discussion and deadlines set, me and my colleagues came outside to have a cup of coffee and relax our heated brains. During the usual chat and pranks of pulling others legs (not literally) we all saw a beautiful girl with another (probably her friend) walk past us. Everyone became silent and was just watching them awed. Both girls ordered some fruit juice to drink. One girl was clad in kurta and jeans while her smart cute friend (was too cute) was in low hip jeans and wearing short tight T-Shirt. I was awe struck by her beauty and also bewildered by way she was dressed. The kurta girl lit a fag and both had a conversation about the neat “sexy” dress the cute girl was wearing. After sometime we all left the place soon without a word though my colleagues were still on gossip about the beauty of the girls and their bodily curves. The very same evening after the office hours out in the roads I can see girls and guys looking all alike and in differentiable near a pub. Boys with long hair, ring in ears and nose, tight T-Shirt and jeans while the girls also in sleeveless t-shirts and low hip jeans, hand in hand or to say hand around hips standing outside the pub with a beer can in their hands. I was totally aghast with shock to show emotions as they were aged no more than college going students and I moved on pondering about the way the fashion (prominently western culture films and not the least also is the fashion statements of regional film star hero’s and heroine’s in films) have been leading the young generation. Do cigarettes, beer, drugs and unethical garments bring the best in us???

I do accept not all of the students and girls are like this but still the young breed do have smoke, drink and also speak vulgar words. Girls can wear jeans and t-shirt without giving any obscenity in it. Modern age girls do almost equal or sometimes (many a times) more than what the male counter-part is doing. Hat’s off to them for daring to show their hidden potential to the world. Still this world has lot more to change and improve on in terms of girls and ladies security and freedom. The traditional clothes were designed in a way that as per the climatic condition of the region the clothes helps in keeping the body cool and to lead better healthy lifestyle and also for not giving us crude thoughts in our minds. The current clothes still do give a fashion style statement well but also help in stimulate erotic desires in people which tend to end in mischief causing damage to a person’s life.

Do the garments and the facial dyeing to stand out from the crowd and attract the opposite gender really important? Are these style statements really do help in the progression of healthy lifestyle? Are these style fad more important in charming the mind of a person than a pure open heart. Beauty is not skin deep and is truly the heart of the holder and beholder that defines the beauty. If a coal mine worker just throws the dark solid soil away without breaking it to pieces, we can never see the beautiful diamond that is buried deep in it. Similarly until the jewel smith doesn't trim the diamond, it doesnt brill in the light giving our eyes the scintillating experience. So we all have to look at a person in a way that personifies them and gives out their unique flavor and essence. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever- John Keats”. True are his words but there is also another proverb which gives more meaning “Don’t judge a book by its cover”. As far as I can see man emerged from the stripped to dress for covering himself from the forces of nature and then went on to use these dress to show his stature and now using the same dress to go back to be stripped where he originally was.

I think life hath cometh the full circle.

Blah.. Blah.. to Blogggg!!!!!!!

2008-04-24T02:02:00.000-07:00

People used to walk around those days to meet their pals, relatives or anyone. They used to talk for long hours in the personal study rooms or in coffee shops and either chit chat or gossip of the society. There used to be personal touch and connectivity in them. Earlier days people used to sip a cup of coffee or wine in their gardens or in outer spaces, ranting on the various events and happenings around the world (themselves).

With the rapid senesce of the fourth coordinate (time), the beautiful life's of us (people) were changed to the mechanical and systematic work life. Work.. Work.. Work.. This has almost become the mantra (sage say) that the relationships don't go beyond just the occasional "Hi!!", "Good Day, Mate" and the most used and energy saving way, just a smile or look away from others as if in deep thought. The days of get together and family parties are long gone with the increase in the inflation and also the time that we spend with our precious family gone, for earning good stature in the so called "Society".

With the advent of the "Space age" (i feel unease with this coined term, we don't even have space anymore to live and all one can see is concrete and garbage. Rise in the fight for soil of mother earth and the search of new planets for humans to live. Is this what was foreseen???) and computer becoming the staple work force of the future and mails, chats, sms becoming the "in thing" to "yo" about. The medium of reaching precious ones and being with them has become "defined". With the advent of the "Blogs" now every one can read whats up in someones mind and the community hood of blogger have been rising.

As I am also a person of this generation (can't scat away from this), have started my blog to show what my piece of mind can actually think of. Hope u guys enjoy them and continue to comment.

From "Blah.. blah.." to "Bloggg!!!!!" age we are still connected, not personally but definitely connected, not only specific to a region but to the world as a whole.

"Honey, we shrunk the world".