My Undisclosed World Of Thoughts

The stage is set and the lights are on, Curious faces wait in anticipation A dusty jacket waits on the empty chair of the dressing room, In the air is a feeling of celebration The crowd looks on to the stage, waiting The stage is adorned in pretty lights, The majestic carpet hugs the floor closely It all makes for a glorious sight He sits there lost in his own deep thoughts a stellar performance is to be delivered Visualizing the evening ahead in his mind while the quandary within him quivers He’s just had another fight with his child, His partner has long left him in the past His thoughts wander between now and 10 years ago, He wonders if happiness ever does last The time is right, the call is made and he sets off, Everyone’s been waiting for him all night, He’s quite the star as he enters with the widest of smiles And the crowd cheers and thunders in delight He starts off slow and builds up the tempo as he goes People guffaw with plain joy on t...

I sometimes marvel at the state of this world we live in How despite all the endless possibilities, things move on, How we, as people, evolve as we progress How some are lured by extremities while some remain modest in approach. Some walk the path of godliness and live in their world of make believe  While some walk a path so downtrodden, they would make a devil smirk in delight Some walk the path in the center swaying this way or that A dichotomy of uncertainties dwells deep within them, What made them walk these paths, I wondered, Power, money, freedom and on went the prompt replies in mind Was it a moral thing to be consumed by these yearning? Did ends necessarily justify the means? Why we as a people had moved away from ideas of rationalism? Why had crude materialism taken over our very being? Each one seemed to move through this clutter without an indwelling sense of curiosity Conformity would eventually be the price we pay for humanity ...

After the extended period of hibernation through most of this year, my blog is finally active again and what better occasion to start again than Diwali? The day started late as I needed to catch up on some sleep I had lost, thanks to some office work and midnight football games. I checked my phone and found numerous whatsapp greetings, photos and videos. Whatsapp greetings have become the social equivalent of customary phone calls one used to make back in the days, I thought. The ratio of calls to messages for me paled in comparison to that of my mother. Rapid digitization of our new generation while theirs caught up slowly. The tasks at home had been cut-out by mom. "Clean this", "move that", "prepare this" and on went her frequent orders. The house had been cleaned and decorated. Lights adorned the door. Food items were being prepared.  Sadhyev  was prepared, a sweetend puri that Kashmiris prepare on Diwali day and distribute it as Prasad to near ...

Why, oh why, my fellow being, thou drive like that? Swiveling, speeding and circling like a crazy cat, Bustling with traffic are these unsteady city roads, Yet you drive so beautifully, I’d tip my hat. You choose your directions like you’re here to impress, If you ever cut into our lane,thank lord, we’re blessed, The indicators are for mere earthlings like us, You don’t need them, do you? Such is the finesse You serve this world with your majestic horn, The sleeping are awakened and the dead reborn, The traffic lights have just turned green, my love, And you wield symphonies behind me, art thou that forlorn? Do you see a bold white dashed-line? Does that look like a beautiful design? You seem to have an eye for detail, oh, the Vinci, you Why otherwise, in one lane, would you be confined? Were you laughing somewhere when the traffic rules were made? Driving like you were in a stunt car parade? Pulling off stunts we dare not imagine, You, for one, a...

Streams of thoughts go astray into the wilderness of the mind, Putting to rest the ill thoughts of redemption behind, A soldier fights on the frontlines, A matter of honour in a land disheveled with battle cries. Thoughts of the past wash down any anxieties he had, That faint caress of his mother, the sturdy words of his dad, The memory of his love, the joyful screams of his daughter, The friends of his past, the incessant fun and the carefree laughter. The futility of warfare strikes him while he strikes the enemies down, How ironic, he thinks, lives of many for one infamous symbolic crown. How the words of a few duplicitous men had led them to this disaster, Not a life would matter in the days that followed hereafter. He moves with steady feet albeit a heavy heart, For the thought that in such wars - at any moment, life may depart, The battle was now almost over, victory was in sight, At the cost of so many lives, he thought, something just di...

The Board Rooms were gloomy, some people were sad Projects were pending, deadlines drove them mad Blood shot eyes stared at papers, to find the trace of a solution What should have been routine added to their own confusion So man prayed for an elixir, one that would broaden his frequency A potion that would  the set right, the worst of inefficiencies God finally thought about the issue, concerned about his children And created a plant in the finest of his gardens Coffee is what that beloved plant was fondly named It was like coffee had the laws of optimization re-framed For some it opened eyes when they walked through the office doors For some it lent the sheer courage to learn and explore For some it relieved stress after a day's activity. For some the sugar rush surged the channel of creativity Some preferred it cold, some preferred it hot The bunch of Coffee drunks, meanwhile, was a happy lot Some had a cup, some had two, while it seemed like so...

This is a lengthy article, I must warn you but it had to be. You can't fit 4 years of life into a single page but for the purpose of reading it, I shall divide it into two articles. It all started on 9th September 2009(09-09-09) as Srinivas keeps reminding us of the first day we stepped into college. The journey of my college life had begun. It's interesting how people go into their first year of college thinking they'd miss their college when they'd pass out, that they'd meet their friends years later and mull over how much fun those days were. I never had those thoughts. There were a few reasons for that but as I ventured through the same path day in-day out, as I ate the same inedible canteen food, as I gulped the same rubbery "apparently filtered" water, I started to like this place. *Le College  The people weren't alien anymore, they had turned into embodied souls though it didn't help if they talked in Telugu around me. I was unf...