Metamorphosis

The guilt Trip

2011-09-22T16:54:00.002+06:00

It may be that we get to see such things increasingly just because they are now under the press radar. This isn’t the first time someone’s using the Gandhian technique of emotional blackmail that is totally irrelevant and inappropriate in today’s context. But the emerging pattern clearly reflects the common man’s complete loss of faith in the government and democracy as we know it today. People seem to think that in the twitter-ly world, one as to shout out loud in order to be heard amidst all the chirping. This reminds me of the old saying that the crying baby gets its milk. People seem to think or rather realise that rules and laws are only made to inscribe a glory picture into the history book. Today’s world is as wild as it ever was, only, without other species. The only rule is that of survival. As someone said, Choice is just an illusion created by the powerful for the powerless.

Past...

2011-06-30T17:33:00.002+06:00

Staring into the far off
There sat , the magic, quiet and soft,
A determined Black, and white.
Under the horizon that marked the beginning of secrets,
Secrets carved out as luring whisper,
Whisper that silenced the waves
And teased the history into oblivion,
Sat the magic, quiet and soft,
Wanting to be whispered to silence

Let the time fly.I'm in no hurry.

2011-01-16T23:26:00.003+06:00

New year resolutions are no more fun. Neither do i have time to make them nor do i have the time to celebrate breaking them. But in one of those blissful moments of lull when I stopped to let the world around whiz past, I thought about the long abandoned bunny donned blog of mine. There indeed was a time when Life and I had same priorities. But tonight as I began, hardly had I gone a satisfactory sentence afar when my eyes fell upon the clock and I realised that I was already late for bed .. or resuming whizzing past. I had to choose between divine state of existence and risk being deprived of the little sleep I dream of night after night of deprived sleep. Such is life. But why? That innocent sounding single syllable can open the door to disillusioned truths of life and ancestors, of industrial revolution and capitalism, of postponed lives and unfulfilled desires of generations weighing down on this moment which one doesn't have time to face and hence should postpone for the next generation to come. So I made my choice.