Courage and Hope

courage is never under the fire,
it is hope! Your courage is as
strong as your hope!

late night

I am again in the trap. I don't know. May go free? What is free?
Need to get back to work.


Damn.

Pleasure

The art, music, and all luxuries of the senses are so 'pleasure' centric. Why?

The August Man

One documentary I illegally downloaded changed my life forever. That is the power of free knowledge. 

Wind & Rain

Just outside the shining glass,  there is so much movement.
People are moving like the random letters of an unfinished poetry
in the everlasting dance of the wind and the rain.

State

Stuffed with unknown thoughts. 100 grams of procrastination. 1000 tonnes of aimlessness...

Piano

There is so much rage in the soft sounding piano!

Humans

Every thing everyone does is around and for humans. Human is limited by his own self.

pretenders

Need a non pretending superman to save the world from pretending people.

Youth

Being young is difficult than being old.

Small things & big things

When small things takeover us we quickly become small. Big things never take over and even they do, we never become big so fast :-(

Why wait?

what is the idea of waiting? why wait?
waiting is as bad as hasting.

Blackberry notes

Here are some quick notes from my blackberry.

Great music allows you to follow itself.
Great music like great art allows you to form and follow patterns.

Dream or a nightmare?

I was walking a long road with a brush in my hand.

There was heavy traffic but I could not hear a sound.

The road had a thin layer of water flowing.

But none of the vehicles were splashing.

I looked down and realized I was not walking

but I was moving.

Broken Parabel?

Long dreams.
Lost causes.
Moist Feelings.
Colorful dust.
Blood.
Smoke.
Scent of paint.
Dry towels.
Cold side of the pillow.

Some interesting words from a poem I tried writing.

Staring

A wine bottle

last 6 days

Bangalore > Frankfurt > Chicago > San Francisco

Airport > Marine Bay > Fremont > Fisherman's Wharf > China Town > Embarcadero > Union Square > Market St > Beach St

San Francisco > Frankfurt > Bangalore

I need to quit

Not drinking.

Walls of Books around me

A selection from the pile that I need to read yet.

The Complete Short Stories - Franz Kafka

Torrents of Spring - Ernest Hemingway

Dead to the world - Charlaine Harris

Hardboiled Wonderland And The End Of The World - Haruki Murakami

Thus Spoke Zarathustra - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1 qty)

Nineteen Eighty-Four - George Orwell

The Buddha And His Dhamma : A Critical Edition - Dr. Aakash Singh Rathore, Dr. Ajay Verma

Rumi: In The Arms Of The Beloved - Jalal, Jonathan Star

One Hundred Years Of Solitude - Gabriel García Márquez

The Woman Lit By Fireflies - Jim Harrison


I don't know when would I finish - I would read them all today, if I can!

wild and tame

All zoo animals look as confused and aimless as a fixed income employee
A man who earns and lives for the day looks as wild as a tiger in jungle.

Plans

December 2010

A lonely ride towards north.
Beach hotel stay
Cloud spotting on a high peak
Drawing the most unknown faces
Enrage my Enfield endlessly.

Looking at death in the eye

Yesterday, I was exploring a resort attached to the jungle in Bandipur.
There was a fence on one side separating the jungle and the resort.
I stared endlessly at the thickness of the forest and the beauty of wilderness.

I loved my feelings so much, I went and hugged the fence, like Jesus on the cross.
with a feeling that I am hugging the infinity of the wilderness that stood before me.

Suddenly, I heard a growl and something threw me for about 10 feet.

There I stared the death, the possible destroyer of my life
in a beautiful yellow coat and black spots. She was wild.

She stared me, I stared her. we stared each other for a minute. With fence separating us.

I was her means of living, and she is mine. Now.

Misery of humanity

I am in Mysore zoo
one of the most god forgotton places

I feel sorry for being born as human.

Birthdays

Tomorrow will be my birthday

It is just like any other day
Sun will shine,
puffy clouds will drift
children will smile
traffic will roar

if earth is lucky, it will attract some rain

Tomorrow will be as beautiful as any other day

Rain Song

I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain,

And it dripped in my head

And flowed into my brain,

And all that I hear as I lie in my bed

Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,

I walk very slow,

I can't do a handstand--

I might overflow,

So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--

I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

-Uncle Shelby

This is just what happened to me.