Tagore said that human beings clasp to false hopes in times of despair (and they really do) ,and when they come face to face with reality these hopes rip the very nerves in which they flow and crack the subject up to doom. We human beings are the foolest creature God happened to chance. He gave us brain, senses, made us mortal to fear him however he made the gravest mistake of his immortal life when he endowed them with emotions. He did right by creating whatever he wished BUT he shouldn't have endowed us with emotions. What does that power know what we have been through, what does he realize what we have suffered.
Liking is the first step towards loving someone. Sometimes some people take decisions that are irrational, and as a consequence shed more tears than joy enjoyed. I am rational enough to smile more than tears shed, radical enough to laugh when my heart cries out loud, just to make sure you all don't cry with me, "YOU" refers to a special few group of people, and i expect you to be rationaler than me and pay heed to everything listened, but filter them using your own wisdom. After all, we are as Nature made us, and nature never does anything for the hack of doing it. It is ultimate reason and rationality. The best teacher to learn anything from!
Many desire to be God however I ask him to be in our place and love, and know what it feels when you love and are not responded, and I would be more than happy if he sees the loop hole in his own matrix. At the end of the day he would say ,"Ah! I wish I had been mortal not to endure this." The religious books preaches - at last every soul will be united to the Almighty/ do deeds that take you closer to Him; and what I say is - useless is the aforesaid thing. What a mortal like me want is the union with the soul about which I care, which I love, whose closeness I desire, I wish, I hope, I dream. What shall I do with a religious union when I can't care about that soul, when I can't love it.
I have loved you more than the sun has loved light; I have loved you more than the eyes have loved sight; I have loved you deeper than the depths of the Pacific, mightier than the mightiest Himalayas; I have loved you every moment of the damn day that I have to endure and it's your memories that keep me young; your presence is my courage, my wisdom, my breath, my life.
Until now i had been anonymously addressing you all, now its just you baby, its just you and me now, and the million things you said last night, without saying a word. "You mean the world to me", the whole wide world. Don't let my world come crashing down on me, am not that masculine enough, nor am i ATLAS to hold it upon my puny shoulders.
"I call the creator the wisest fool. He made a mathematical equation "man" and associated a variable "love" which when approaches a constant value makes the equation called "life" unsolvable."
Silent Words
Friday, December 17, 2010
vicissitude to pulchritudinous !!!
English language is not yet so developed so as to express emotions explicitly. As a matter of fact, no language is. The language of truth is flat and insipid; it fails to express fine touches of sensuality and delicate fibres of likings and caring which wake you up at midnights. I speak to you the same truth, but also want you to know that those delicate fibres matrix my thoughts and deeds.
But this blog is not indeed for blabbering about what english language can do, nor about my deeds, this is about my emotions, in a sort so as to say. the theory of a caterpillar and butterfly is often taken for the paradigm of beauty. it takes a metamorphism of a caterpillar which in a way seems hideous, to a ravishing butterfly, which forms the epitome of beauty.
Without much udo and fussing around, i get to the point. I never generally put up my personal writings up for public, but the oppurtunity to introduce the new diva in town was overwhelmingly hard to ignore. Its ironic though, calling her a diva, knowing for the fact that she sucks at singing, and not to mention she never leaves an oppurtunity of entirely obliterating the song she hums, and in turn giving a chance to the singer to go hang himself/herself of the fan to have shown the audacity of ever sing that song.
Anyways a family member of mine, and i intend to let her be anonymous for that matter. So let just call her lady X, now before i get into the details of how things turned out that it made it to my blog, let me tell you something basic about this lady, first is she went to a beauty parlour today, ( i have no idea why people go to the god forsaken place to throw away their money), secondly she had a hair cut, and ther is a third piece of information too, but we can skip that for now. So here goes the epic !!!
It had been three long days i had not even had a glimpse of her, so ignorantly as always i call her up in the morning to tell her i would be taking her out in the evening, totally unknown to the fact that i was in for a tremendous surprise. All was set, everything was done, with me sarcastically taunting her about her little trip to the "temple of damsel". It was not until 7:30 pm did i see her, and trust me did i see. I did'nt notice the change that clearly from a distance, but then total black out. Oh god !! am riding a god damn bike, this has to happen now. I praised her, appreciated her, but as usual, as her so predictable Xly nature, she felt shy, ( " Oh come on lady, am praising you here, you are suppose to be happy for that"), but anyways i dealt with it. Through out our glorious and exhilarating journey towards the fast food center,( which i had not planned to go ), the only thing that poped up in my mind was, "Oh my god, this really is X rite". But then even god has a very bad habit of joking with his subject na, we had our food, had some pretty amusing talk too, worth mentioning.
The most exciting part of the evening that so crudely untill now was hiding, "you coward" !! unveiled itself at Andhra Bank ATM. After having withdrawed the money, she so excitedly and timindly revealed that she had been dieing to show me her curls that she had done, now this is the third thing that i skipped in the beginning. It would have been harsh on my feeling's part to have disclosed it then by not respecting the situation at hand. Anyways she looked absolutely stunning, not until that point had i been so serious of blogging all this. This definitely is going into my blog, i said to myself.
To sum up all this ramayan, the only thing that comes into my mind is that, "Baby you looked gorgeous". Its true i had mentioned this lines to her a number of times in the past, but never before have i been so stunned to this level. And off course never before had i considered it so unusually out of the ordinary to have pen all of it down !!! Thus unfolds the transformation from a wonk to the damsel !!!
But this blog is not indeed for blabbering about what english language can do, nor about my deeds, this is about my emotions, in a sort so as to say. the theory of a caterpillar and butterfly is often taken for the paradigm of beauty. it takes a metamorphism of a caterpillar which in a way seems hideous, to a ravishing butterfly, which forms the epitome of beauty.
Without much udo and fussing around, i get to the point. I never generally put up my personal writings up for public, but the oppurtunity to introduce the new diva in town was overwhelmingly hard to ignore. Its ironic though, calling her a diva, knowing for the fact that she sucks at singing, and not to mention she never leaves an oppurtunity of entirely obliterating the song she hums, and in turn giving a chance to the singer to go hang himself/herself of the fan to have shown the audacity of ever sing that song.
Anyways a family member of mine, and i intend to let her be anonymous for that matter. So let just call her lady X, now before i get into the details of how things turned out that it made it to my blog, let me tell you something basic about this lady, first is she went to a beauty parlour today, ( i have no idea why people go to the god forsaken place to throw away their money), secondly she had a hair cut, and ther is a third piece of information too, but we can skip that for now. So here goes the epic !!!
It had been three long days i had not even had a glimpse of her, so ignorantly as always i call her up in the morning to tell her i would be taking her out in the evening, totally unknown to the fact that i was in for a tremendous surprise. All was set, everything was done, with me sarcastically taunting her about her little trip to the "temple of damsel". It was not until 7:30 pm did i see her, and trust me did i see. I did'nt notice the change that clearly from a distance, but then total black out. Oh god !! am riding a god damn bike, this has to happen now. I praised her, appreciated her, but as usual, as her so predictable Xly nature, she felt shy, ( " Oh come on lady, am praising you here, you are suppose to be happy for that"), but anyways i dealt with it. Through out our glorious and exhilarating journey towards the fast food center,( which i had not planned to go ), the only thing that poped up in my mind was, "Oh my god, this really is X rite". But then even god has a very bad habit of joking with his subject na, we had our food, had some pretty amusing talk too, worth mentioning.
The most exciting part of the evening that so crudely untill now was hiding, "you coward" !! unveiled itself at Andhra Bank ATM. After having withdrawed the money, she so excitedly and timindly revealed that she had been dieing to show me her curls that she had done, now this is the third thing that i skipped in the beginning. It would have been harsh on my feeling's part to have disclosed it then by not respecting the situation at hand. Anyways she looked absolutely stunning, not until that point had i been so serious of blogging all this. This definitely is going into my blog, i said to myself.
To sum up all this ramayan, the only thing that comes into my mind is that, "Baby you looked gorgeous". Its true i had mentioned this lines to her a number of times in the past, but never before have i been so stunned to this level. And off course never before had i considered it so unusually out of the ordinary to have pen all of it down !!! Thus unfolds the transformation from a wonk to the damsel !!!
The 44 rupees look !!!
I don't remember the precise date, but since when have been boys good at recalling dates, I hope I can be forgiven under that pretense. Who knew, that day would have culminated into today -- today, when I'm not myself; today I look into the mirror and find myself missing; today I see my own eyes and feel them lost somewhere in the depths of two black eyes which I looked into on that particular day.
Now read on and please don't hold me in the wrong light stating I was a scoundrel and a git. Please judge me with sympathy in your hearts, that's the most I beg of the readers. I was in sixth standard and she was a new comer to the school. She had not been able to get her hands on a geography text book and I had an extra one, by some glitch of mine I had bought two books today I thank to that fault of mine. She offered me the price of that book and woe my tongue I accepted it. Unknown to her I gave her my heart, unknown to her I made her a part of my emotions, my sorrows, my happiness, my dreams and finally my life.Worldly possessions seem too cheap in comparison to things I have given her.
So on that day it wasn't only the geography book that she bought from me; I along with the geography book gave her a lot of things which a true human gives only once. I gave her the things that she never asked for; I gave her the things, maybe, she doesn't even value; I gave her the things that she might crush at her slightest whim; I gave her the powers to create me, to destroy me, to build me or to ruin me. Maybe today she doesn't even wish to look at me, or maybe she thinks of me as nothing more than a straw on a stormy night, I don't know. I always thought of her as the air I breathe, as the water I drink, as the light I see and the presence I feel, and whenever I think of the geography book I remember the bargain she made.
And now after precisely or approximately to be more precise, after 5 years of bygone infactuation, i stood there and with the self satisfying pretense that it was all a mistake and that is suppose to happen, if you are to be called a normal guy. I took back all the above crap i just said, washed it, even dry washed it, pressed it even. And then in a feat to reconcile with my own inner being, (not to mention i have one though) i went to the furthest of reaches and to the tallest of mountain and threw it away......
Oh, just kidding !!! i din travel that far, i did the exact above said things in the drain that runs so vehemently down the lane. Thats all crap you know !!!
But nontheless, the bargain she made with that 44 bucks look !!!
Now read on and please don't hold me in the wrong light stating I was a scoundrel and a git. Please judge me with sympathy in your hearts, that's the most I beg of the readers. I was in sixth standard and she was a new comer to the school. She had not been able to get her hands on a geography text book and I had an extra one, by some glitch of mine I had bought two books today I thank to that fault of mine. She offered me the price of that book and woe my tongue I accepted it. Unknown to her I gave her my heart, unknown to her I made her a part of my emotions, my sorrows, my happiness, my dreams and finally my life.Worldly possessions seem too cheap in comparison to things I have given her.
So on that day it wasn't only the geography book that she bought from me; I along with the geography book gave her a lot of things which a true human gives only once. I gave her the things that she never asked for; I gave her the things, maybe, she doesn't even value; I gave her the things that she might crush at her slightest whim; I gave her the powers to create me, to destroy me, to build me or to ruin me. Maybe today she doesn't even wish to look at me, or maybe she thinks of me as nothing more than a straw on a stormy night, I don't know. I always thought of her as the air I breathe, as the water I drink, as the light I see and the presence I feel, and whenever I think of the geography book I remember the bargain she made.
And now after precisely or approximately to be more precise, after 5 years of bygone infactuation, i stood there and with the self satisfying pretense that it was all a mistake and that is suppose to happen, if you are to be called a normal guy. I took back all the above crap i just said, washed it, even dry washed it, pressed it even. And then in a feat to reconcile with my own inner being, (not to mention i have one though) i went to the furthest of reaches and to the tallest of mountain and threw it away......
Oh, just kidding !!! i din travel that far, i did the exact above said things in the drain that runs so vehemently down the lane. Thats all crap you know !!!
But nontheless, the bargain she made with that 44 bucks look !!!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I Have An Explaination !!!
Enough of emotional crap, yesterday i decided to try my hand on some comic writings, Priyadarshan made his transistion from comedy to serious with Aakrosh, and here the legend is back with some exciting never before seen comedy. FYI, this are'nt PJs ok, ignore common layman, this "FYI" was for 2 to 3 diabolical fools, he he he !!!
So here it goes, recently i made some surveys, to some controversial unanswered question. Not to mention that survey included just one people....
"ME" !!!
#What if Rahul Gandhi becomes India's prime Minister?
Firstly, he will dissolve the passing systems of exams and make sure politicians children are given a lower pass percentage, and Gandhi's(not the real ones, the reel ones) don't need to appear in papers.Secondly, he wants to sue the examiners who corrected his higher secondary papers and failed him.
#Why Mayawati wants to become India's prime minister?
Firstly, it has been a long time since she did some scam; secondly, her locker is already filled with Gujrati diamonds, she wants to try a hand at South African ones.
#Why Mulayam Singh doesn't want to become India's Prime Minister?
He has been very well taught by his holiness Amar Singh, not to keep false hopes as they tend to cause heart attacks in case of failures.
#What if Mamta Banerjee becomes India's Prime minister?
A ban for Tata, in complete India.(You fu**ed my case in Singur, i will f**k ur case in India!)
# Why is Dr. kalam still optimistic about 2020 vision?
Well, he is India's missile man and whatever he speaks are at a height of 20,000 feet. Naturally, it takes time for truth to travel against gravity. It will surely reach him one day, i am still optimistic...
#when is India going to win a football major tournament?
Only when a south-asian quota comes into existence, and lesser chance when the referee is bought.(Lesser chance with the second choice since football referee's are never Indian.)
#Why did Prathibha Patil become India's president?
(please send me a reply..I seriously need one!!!)
So here it goes, recently i made some surveys, to some controversial unanswered question. Not to mention that survey included just one people....
"ME" !!!
#What if Rahul Gandhi becomes India's prime Minister?
Firstly, he will dissolve the passing systems of exams and make sure politicians children are given a lower pass percentage, and Gandhi's(not the real ones, the reel ones) don't need to appear in papers.Secondly, he wants to sue the examiners who corrected his higher secondary papers and failed him.
#Why Mayawati wants to become India's prime minister?
Firstly, it has been a long time since she did some scam; secondly, her locker is already filled with Gujrati diamonds, she wants to try a hand at South African ones.
#Why Mulayam Singh doesn't want to become India's Prime Minister?
He has been very well taught by his holiness Amar Singh, not to keep false hopes as they tend to cause heart attacks in case of failures.
#What if Mamta Banerjee becomes India's Prime minister?
A ban for Tata, in complete India.(You fu**ed my case in Singur, i will f**k ur case in India!)
# Why is Dr. kalam still optimistic about 2020 vision?
Well, he is India's missile man and whatever he speaks are at a height of 20,000 feet. Naturally, it takes time for truth to travel against gravity. It will surely reach him one day, i am still optimistic...
#when is India going to win a football major tournament?
Only when a south-asian quota comes into existence, and lesser chance when the referee is bought.(Lesser chance with the second choice since football referee's are never Indian.)
#Why did Prathibha Patil become India's president?
(please send me a reply..I seriously need one!!!)
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Conversation With God !!!
"Man proposes God disposes." For a supreme soul like me dedicated solely to the uplift-ment of mankind, a few things don't come easy! I belong to the breed of engineers infesting this planet who consider few acts as a lethal sin. Today on this propitious day, in front of Lord Shiva, I am going to make the confession of the sin I did today.
Me: "O' mighty and the most puissant Lord Shiva. I come to thy gracious abode to seek forgiveness!"
God:"yes, my son first tell me who are you and what is your model number? then tell me what have you done?"
Me:"O omniscient, I am Siddharth Panigrahi, model number 4:05 am,i6th april 1990, House number 420 Sambalpur, Orissa, India."
God:"My register shows no registered any Siddharth Panigrahi in it. Were you illllllll???"
Me:"No my lord. I am a perfectly legal born son. Sorry it is 1989, the habit of bluffing people on this earth made me think i could even bluff you and postpone my death... "
God:"I am omnipresent, omnipotent and the maruti omni. Yes my register has the following entry---
Name: Siddharth Panigrahi.
Born: 16 april, 1989
Time of birth: Delivery order signed at 5:18am, earth timings may vary as per urgency
Death: One year after he loses his virginity.
Unique Qualities: Flirty, falls in love with every second girl, proposes to every third girl, gets ditched by every girl(and a die hard fan of Salma Hayek) "
(sSuddenly God shouts in havoc reckoning voice,"Parvati don't come outside. We have a very bad human here.")
God:(husked voice, with a wicked smile) "How is Salma these days?, my sources say she married a clown, and is now called Salma Pinault?' The Wi-Fi connectivity is weak here up in these Himalayas; these politicians need to be taken to task."
Me: "Lets discuss it some other day. When we have vodka and rum with us. Girls sound bad unless you are drunk".
God: "True..true...come to your confession part, you are wasting my time. Katrina has some problems with Salman going on. I have been called in the form of Allah to help.
Me: "Today, I put a disgrace to engineering breed. I took bath twice a week.(both time alone)"
God: "YOU SCOUNDREL, A**E HOLE; I send you to this earth for upliftment of mankind. Save water and teach the world the importance of water, and what have you done today you took a bath. You scum bag, you don't deserve to be here. I am going to make sure you don't live another second. I am going to open my third eye now!!!"
Me: Forgive me my lord, my saviour, forgive me. Nini and Bui keep taunting me everyday, so in a hesitant offer to make things rite, i commited this hideous crime my lord. I come in front of you to beg for mercy, my almighty. Forgive me, i will never commit such crimes ever !!!
God: " Ja Vats, i forgive you, if they where the ones who inspired you to do it. I permit you to bathe daily. Use a soap if you can child, will you. You stink !!"
"Oh my sweet lord, since how many days its been you havnt had a bath, you insolent rat ?"
Me: " its been a year my lord".
God:" Oh god get the hell out of my site, and do obey to what ever they say, they are god kids, i took my time my made them with much thought and feelings".
Me:" As you say my lord".
HAPPY BATHING !!!
Me: "O' mighty and the most puissant Lord Shiva. I come to thy gracious abode to seek forgiveness!"
God:"yes, my son first tell me who are you and what is your model number? then tell me what have you done?"
Me:"O omniscient, I am Siddharth Panigrahi, model number 4:05 am,i6th april 1990, House number 420 Sambalpur, Orissa, India."
God:"My register shows no registered any Siddharth Panigrahi in it. Were you illllllll???"
Me:"No my lord. I am a perfectly legal born son. Sorry it is 1989, the habit of bluffing people on this earth made me think i could even bluff you and postpone my death... "
God:"I am omnipresent, omnipotent and the maruti omni. Yes my register has the following entry---
Name: Siddharth Panigrahi.
Born: 16 april, 1989
Time of birth: Delivery order signed at 5:18am, earth timings may vary as per urgency
Death: One year after he loses his virginity.
Unique Qualities: Flirty, falls in love with every second girl, proposes to every third girl, gets ditched by every girl(and a die hard fan of Salma Hayek) "
(sSuddenly God shouts in havoc reckoning voice,"Parvati don't come outside. We have a very bad human here.")
God:(husked voice, with a wicked smile) "How is Salma these days?, my sources say she married a clown, and is now called Salma Pinault?' The Wi-Fi connectivity is weak here up in these Himalayas; these politicians need to be taken to task."
Me: "Lets discuss it some other day. When we have vodka and rum with us. Girls sound bad unless you are drunk".
God: "True..true...come to your confession part, you are wasting my time. Katrina has some problems with Salman going on. I have been called in the form of Allah to help.
Me: "Today, I put a disgrace to engineering breed. I took bath twice a week.(both time alone)"
God: "YOU SCOUNDREL, A**E HOLE; I send you to this earth for upliftment of mankind. Save water and teach the world the importance of water, and what have you done today you took a bath. You scum bag, you don't deserve to be here. I am going to make sure you don't live another second. I am going to open my third eye now!!!"
Me: Forgive me my lord, my saviour, forgive me. Nini and Bui keep taunting me everyday, so in a hesitant offer to make things rite, i commited this hideous crime my lord. I come in front of you to beg for mercy, my almighty. Forgive me, i will never commit such crimes ever !!!
God: " Ja Vats, i forgive you, if they where the ones who inspired you to do it. I permit you to bathe daily. Use a soap if you can child, will you. You stink !!"
"Oh my sweet lord, since how many days its been you havnt had a bath, you insolent rat ?"
Me: " its been a year my lord".
God:" Oh god get the hell out of my site, and do obey to what ever they say, they are god kids, i took my time my made them with much thought and feelings".
Me:" As you say my lord".
HAPPY BATHING !!!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Stuck Somewhere
Well, I guess my blog should begin first with an explanation of the title. There's this friend of mine with whom I go on long evening walks occasionally... nothing to it, just getting away from the crap of everyday life. She isn't a great talker, but when she gets talking, there's an underlying sensibility to what she says...and once she was trying to explain to me why she was frustrated with the way most of her friends were living their lives, and she was struggling to come up with a relevant phrase, and all she could manage was "They're all just....just...stuck somewhere I guess". I don't really know why, but that phrase lodged itself in my brain, and I saw this as a perfect opportunity to use it, since that's what most of us still are today...'stuck somewhere' , in some corner of our own minds, in the swamps of our own pasts, and in the confines of our own limits. And for you all to know, that friend of mine is my conscience, my inner self. I call it her, coz a feminine touch is more sensible then a masculine one. And moreover 3 of my friends consider me more of a girl then a boy, LOL !!!
This blog is dedicated to all those who silently pray at night for freedom in their lives, and for those who have the courage to make a difference in the lives of those around them.
This blog is dedicated to all those who silently pray at night for freedom in their lives, and for those who have the courage to make a difference in the lives of those around them.
The Last Supper- A Little Known Tale
I’m a self confessed Dan Brown fan. I’ve read all of his books, and I wince at the criticism that most cynical readers throw at him. I think they make sense, because he does a fantastic job at blending the spiritual and higher aspects of life with the everyday stuff. And, master of words that he is, he does it with a bit of magic.
For all those uninitiated into the world of books, Dan Brown is the author of the most controvesial book "The Da Vinci Code", the book that holds a very dark secret about jesus christ, a secret that if revealed could shake the very foundation of christanity, a secret that says, Jesus Christ was married and that he fathered a child", and though his other books have never come close to that sort of popularity well off course apart from Angels And Demons, they’re intriguing to say the least. Those who haven’t read them, go do it now.
Anyway, there’s this painting in " The Da Vinci Code", " The Last Supper". A painting around which the entire story of this novel revolves, and which guards this secret. Well again those of you who does'nt know, Leonardo Da Vinci is the same old divine man, who painted " The Monalisa". The most controversial painting of our age. The Painting that defied all rules of science. And so as to say my idol. But thats not the point. This blos is neither about Jesus, Nor Da Vinci, and definitely not about whom i idolise. This is about " The Last Supper", its intiation process, and a very very quintessential meaning of what God intended our life to be !! Of what he thinks of his children. How he intended us to live, and how we as for the matter lead our life, So here it goes...
Centuries ago, in the age of the renaissance, Leonardo Da Vinci had just conceived the idea of painting the Last Supper, a painting which shows Jesus Christ having supper with his apostles, and the painting is special because it shows Jesus, the embodiment of good, and Judas, the doer of evil (because he was the one who betrayed Jesus) in the same painting, along with the other devotees. Da Vinci had his own style of going about his paintings, and it was to seat a live subject in front of him and paint. But this style of painting often required him to go on long ‘subject hunts’. It was on one such long and arduous subject hunt that he discovered a cherubic looking church choir youth, whose face had an angelic look to it. “You’re the man for my painting” said Da Vinci. He invited the youth to his studio, and the face of that youth became the face of Jesus in that immortal painting. So the painting was half done, and Da vinci now wanted someone to paint with as Judas. He searched far and wide, but he could never see evil and avarice manifest themselves so clearly on one face, and he had all but given up hope.
He had almost given up, when he discovered by the roadside one day, a drunk drug addict lying unconscious. His face had all the world’s sinister darkness on it, and he was the quintessential dissipated evil man. He dragged him into his studio, and immortalized the features of that wasted man as the face of Judas in the painting. A few hours later, the man came to his senses, and when he saw what Da Vinci was painting, he said “Hey I’ve seen that painting before!” Da Vinci was perplexed…had some painter stolen his ideas? “Where, Where?” he shook him by the shoulders.
“A few years ago, before I lost the singing job at the church choir, a painter…was it you? Called me as a model for Jesus Christ in this painting. My memory is lulled by my intoxications now, but I believed the painter was you, and this was the very same painting.”
Moral of the story: There’s no good, there’s no bad. You’re both, and both are in you.
Now this is a weird ending don't you agree. But the weirdness just gets better, Leonardo Da Vinci was infact the most genius mind of our age, Its neither Einstein, nor Newton. Google who the hell was Leonardo Da Vinci, and when you are obsessed about something and is determined to know everything about that, you tend to figure out everything about that. Now the genius that Leonardo was, he completely forgot about it, that he had already painted the canvas, that was going to be the most godly painting of all time. This last para was just a piece of info. The blog offically terminates at the Moral !!!
For all those uninitiated into the world of books, Dan Brown is the author of the most controvesial book "The Da Vinci Code", the book that holds a very dark secret about jesus christ, a secret that if revealed could shake the very foundation of christanity, a secret that says, Jesus Christ was married and that he fathered a child", and though his other books have never come close to that sort of popularity well off course apart from Angels And Demons, they’re intriguing to say the least. Those who haven’t read them, go do it now.
Anyway, there’s this painting in " The Da Vinci Code", " The Last Supper". A painting around which the entire story of this novel revolves, and which guards this secret. Well again those of you who does'nt know, Leonardo Da Vinci is the same old divine man, who painted " The Monalisa". The most controversial painting of our age. The Painting that defied all rules of science. And so as to say my idol. But thats not the point. This blos is neither about Jesus, Nor Da Vinci, and definitely not about whom i idolise. This is about " The Last Supper", its intiation process, and a very very quintessential meaning of what God intended our life to be !! Of what he thinks of his children. How he intended us to live, and how we as for the matter lead our life, So here it goes...
Centuries ago, in the age of the renaissance, Leonardo Da Vinci had just conceived the idea of painting the Last Supper, a painting which shows Jesus Christ having supper with his apostles, and the painting is special because it shows Jesus, the embodiment of good, and Judas, the doer of evil (because he was the one who betrayed Jesus) in the same painting, along with the other devotees. Da Vinci had his own style of going about his paintings, and it was to seat a live subject in front of him and paint. But this style of painting often required him to go on long ‘subject hunts’. It was on one such long and arduous subject hunt that he discovered a cherubic looking church choir youth, whose face had an angelic look to it. “You’re the man for my painting” said Da Vinci. He invited the youth to his studio, and the face of that youth became the face of Jesus in that immortal painting. So the painting was half done, and Da vinci now wanted someone to paint with as Judas. He searched far and wide, but he could never see evil and avarice manifest themselves so clearly on one face, and he had all but given up hope.
He had almost given up, when he discovered by the roadside one day, a drunk drug addict lying unconscious. His face had all the world’s sinister darkness on it, and he was the quintessential dissipated evil man. He dragged him into his studio, and immortalized the features of that wasted man as the face of Judas in the painting. A few hours later, the man came to his senses, and when he saw what Da Vinci was painting, he said “Hey I’ve seen that painting before!” Da Vinci was perplexed…had some painter stolen his ideas? “Where, Where?” he shook him by the shoulders.
“A few years ago, before I lost the singing job at the church choir, a painter…was it you? Called me as a model for Jesus Christ in this painting. My memory is lulled by my intoxications now, but I believed the painter was you, and this was the very same painting.”
Moral of the story: There’s no good, there’s no bad. You’re both, and both are in you.
Now this is a weird ending don't you agree. But the weirdness just gets better, Leonardo Da Vinci was infact the most genius mind of our age, Its neither Einstein, nor Newton. Google who the hell was Leonardo Da Vinci, and when you are obsessed about something and is determined to know everything about that, you tend to figure out everything about that. Now the genius that Leonardo was, he completely forgot about it, that he had already painted the canvas, that was going to be the most godly painting of all time. This last para was just a piece of info. The blog offically terminates at the Moral !!!
MAKTUB
This is for all the philosophy lovers. Philosophy as in, the real thing. If your definition of philosophy starts and ends with 'life is like an icecream so enjoy it before it melts', probably you're not the right audience for this.
There are certain words that have a ring of magic to them. To me, Maktub is one such word. It obviously means nothing to the uninitated, but once you knwo the meaning, I'm sure you'll be a bit enchanted too.
The Arab culture has an ancient belief, or rather, an archaic saying. It simply says "It is written". Three simple words that convey the most amazing meaning. You could read a million books on self improvement, or about how to deal with it when bad things happen to good people, and all that, but believing in Maktub is much easier.
"It is written". Meaning no matter how horribly things go wrong, or how badly life deviates from the script you had planned, believe that if you want something with all your heart and you believe it is your destiny, then the whole universe conspires in helping you achieve it, because it is written. And if it is written, it happens. And FYI for all the bollywood and sharukh khan's fans, Maktub is the inspiration behind that exemplary dialouge in OM SHANTI OM !!
Maybe you wouldn't be too sure about it now, but you'll see. Believe in yourself, and no matter how messed up things may seem at that moment, things will fall into place, because you believed in yourself and your destiny. And when the pieces of your life fall into place, you'll find yourself muttering 'Maktub', because you will realize that miracles do happen, but not to those who call themselves 'lucky', but to those who believe in them. At the end of the day all that matters is faith, even Sai Baba during his teachings always said 2 words, "SHRADHA" and "SABURI". Have faith and have patience, coz in the end you will end up with stuffs you always deserved. And you would be amazed to realise, sometimes we deserve much much more then we actually get. What ever happens, happens for a reason. Nothing in this world happens with out any reason, there is always a spiritual and a more divine reason behind every single thing.
So, if you are reading this right now, and if you have a dream, go for it. Make it your destiny. Failures along the way are immaterial, because your destiny never changes. And one day when you achieve it, you will have made your peace with the universe and all its mysterious ways, for it has worked for you and your dream.
There are certain words that have a ring of magic to them. To me, Maktub is one such word. It obviously means nothing to the uninitated, but once you knwo the meaning, I'm sure you'll be a bit enchanted too.
The Arab culture has an ancient belief, or rather, an archaic saying. It simply says "It is written". Three simple words that convey the most amazing meaning. You could read a million books on self improvement, or about how to deal with it when bad things happen to good people, and all that, but believing in Maktub is much easier.
"It is written". Meaning no matter how horribly things go wrong, or how badly life deviates from the script you had planned, believe that if you want something with all your heart and you believe it is your destiny, then the whole universe conspires in helping you achieve it, because it is written. And if it is written, it happens. And FYI for all the bollywood and sharukh khan's fans, Maktub is the inspiration behind that exemplary dialouge in OM SHANTI OM !!
Maybe you wouldn't be too sure about it now, but you'll see. Believe in yourself, and no matter how messed up things may seem at that moment, things will fall into place, because you believed in yourself and your destiny. And when the pieces of your life fall into place, you'll find yourself muttering 'Maktub', because you will realize that miracles do happen, but not to those who call themselves 'lucky', but to those who believe in them. At the end of the day all that matters is faith, even Sai Baba during his teachings always said 2 words, "SHRADHA" and "SABURI". Have faith and have patience, coz in the end you will end up with stuffs you always deserved. And you would be amazed to realise, sometimes we deserve much much more then we actually get. What ever happens, happens for a reason. Nothing in this world happens with out any reason, there is always a spiritual and a more divine reason behind every single thing.
So, if you are reading this right now, and if you have a dream, go for it. Make it your destiny. Failures along the way are immaterial, because your destiny never changes. And one day when you achieve it, you will have made your peace with the universe and all its mysterious ways, for it has worked for you and your dream.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Inglorious ME
Some people ,who love me so much they can't seem to get me out of their heads, call me
'The Dominator'.
My reticence is my biggest identity..
My obstinance is my camouflage..
A butterfly that takes it flight only when the sun is hidden and the flowers withered..
Darkness intrigues me but it says I intrigue it more..
The day hates me ,for it says I outshine it..
Twilight is my time..when I get my place both in the sun and the stars..
Malicious and meticulous..a mirage beyond the meddling..
The say the chaos makes it difficult , I say it makes it simpler..
My strength is my weakness , for it nurtures my fear...the fear of failure..
Nobility is for sissies..you need courage to be a tyrant..
I hate nothing ,because that gives me something to run away from.
My patience is dead, the rush is what that gives me pleasure..
I don't love pain , it loves me..
Misery to some, miserable to others and yet a messiah to the rest.
Nefarious,notorious,numb,narcissist.
A pain..dull and blunt..can't be too obsessed by it but can't ignore it either.
Someone who knows he's good and that makes him frozen to world around him..
The archetypal 'Winter king' who has lost his Kingdom of Cold..
The Minstrel who mourns his agony to the world ,making it turn sombre..
But you always feel ..me around you..always...whether you like it or not.
'The Dominator'.
My reticence is my biggest identity..
My obstinance is my camouflage..
A butterfly that takes it flight only when the sun is hidden and the flowers withered..
Darkness intrigues me but it says I intrigue it more..
The day hates me ,for it says I outshine it..
Twilight is my time..when I get my place both in the sun and the stars..
Malicious and meticulous..a mirage beyond the meddling..
The say the chaos makes it difficult , I say it makes it simpler..
My strength is my weakness , for it nurtures my fear...the fear of failure..
Nobility is for sissies..you need courage to be a tyrant..
I hate nothing ,because that gives me something to run away from.
My patience is dead, the rush is what that gives me pleasure..
I don't love pain , it loves me..
Misery to some, miserable to others and yet a messiah to the rest.
Nefarious,notorious,numb,narcissist.
A pain..dull and blunt..can't be too obsessed by it but can't ignore it either.
Someone who knows he's good and that makes him frozen to world around him..
The archetypal 'Winter king' who has lost his Kingdom of Cold..
The Minstrel who mourns his agony to the world ,making it turn sombre..
But you always feel ..me around you..always...whether you like it or not.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Today's Woe
After much ado and fussing, finally after a month of fooling around, BPUT did conduct our 7th sem exam from today. Not to mention the exam being stretch over a month long of agonising period. For the start, taking into consideration the huge and gynormous gaps in between each subject, has lead to the degradation of concentration, not that i had any, anyways. But nontheless, lazily studying around the boring subjects that we have been so kindly bestowed upon with, soft computing, a branch of future computing that utilises human's random yet precise thinking ability to solve advance problem in a much flexible way. Can you imagine a day when androids, walking among us, much like in I'Robots can dream and feel like we do. Nevermind the amazement, getting back to the topic, SC has been by far the best and the most interesting subject BPUT can ever think of including in the syllabus and not to mention even the best subject i have came across, well off course the likes of Microprocessor and Microcontroller is legendary in its own way. Forget about others, me, myself and i was impossibly amazed at how i could like a subjecct related to studies so much, LOL !!!
The 1st exam we had today was this godly subject. Had a jolly good time preparing for the subject. Even for a change BPUT had obtained a more lenient way of setting a considerable paper though a lengthy one. Now after all this unnecessary boring lecture above, the main motive of pening down this blog was for the shithead of the invigilator we had today. As for the matter, the first thing is he seemed totally gay to me, and second is i could'nt figure out what made him so much to be proud of. Well, taking into consideration he was a junior lecturer in one of the most fucking college. But anyways, he was strict for the students as in, not to mention had a very annoying habit of calling the students by various names. But who cares what he call others. This is about me, the fucking asshole, son of a bitch had the audacity to snatch away my paper during the last minute, when the pressure and tension forms a very strong bond of alliance and sky rocket up so high. I still had a long question to attend to, before he so vehemently took away the paper, MF !!!
With no fault of mine, i was penalised fro something i never did. My back bench student calls me an ask me a question, so shere does the fair part goes off, that even my paper was taken away. I argued with him, repeatedly asking to be informed about my mistake. But would'nt it decrown him for being a pompous four eyed ass that he was. I have no idea how i controlled myself fro running to him, pin him to the ground a beat the shit out of him. Stroming out of the class i made sure that he hear the curse i throw at him.
The 1st exam we had today was this godly subject. Had a jolly good time preparing for the subject. Even for a change BPUT had obtained a more lenient way of setting a considerable paper though a lengthy one. Now after all this unnecessary boring lecture above, the main motive of pening down this blog was for the shithead of the invigilator we had today. As for the matter, the first thing is he seemed totally gay to me, and second is i could'nt figure out what made him so much to be proud of. Well, taking into consideration he was a junior lecturer in one of the most fucking college. But anyways, he was strict for the students as in, not to mention had a very annoying habit of calling the students by various names. But who cares what he call others. This is about me, the fucking asshole, son of a bitch had the audacity to snatch away my paper during the last minute, when the pressure and tension forms a very strong bond of alliance and sky rocket up so high. I still had a long question to attend to, before he so vehemently took away the paper, MF !!!
With no fault of mine, i was penalised fro something i never did. My back bench student calls me an ask me a question, so shere does the fair part goes off, that even my paper was taken away. I argued with him, repeatedly asking to be informed about my mistake. But would'nt it decrown him for being a pompous four eyed ass that he was. I have no idea how i controlled myself fro running to him, pin him to the ground a beat the shit out of him. Stroming out of the class i made sure that he hear the curse i throw at him.
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