The crimson sea..

In the crimson sea
They float and scatter
The world mocks at them
But to them it doesn’t matter
The sea monsters roar at them
And smash them against those dark gigantic rocks
They wonder what swayed them this way
when they had woken up to a bright sun shining day
It was that flash of lightening
That had started it all
When everyone else escaped and rushed in to shade
They decided to face the thunder and its blades
If only they had gone along
And not ventured on the path less travelled
They would have been still glued together
Instead of being totally disheveled
But that one spark of lightening
Didn’t spare them and let go
It bounced them right into that crimson sea
In which they at this moment flow.
Maybe they need something to keep them together
Cuz They are losing each other as they go along
Maybe they need some strength.. Some warmth
Or maybe someone to sing them that lingering love song..
The crimson sea currents gush down really hard
Hit them all.. And they all just drown apart
Oh! It hurts to see them floating away
The many little pieces of my broken heart!

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Its dark..
I can see No light..
my heart can feel the fear
even though its already been here.

I am navigating through haunted lanes
and I see 'them' watching me
ready to play hide and seek through my veins..

Run ! Run! I scream aloud
I hear the frightening thunder
and I look up only to see the dark clouds

Hide! Hide!
Again the voices in my head scream
I cocoon myself in a dingy corner
wishing this nightmare was a dream

But they seek me in my bunker
and rejoice in their victory
as I silently succumb and surrender

Memories of attempted escapes come back
everytime I jumped the wall to flee
they got me, followed my track.

They laugh their wicked laugh
and I can feel my ascending rage
I can't handle this no more
that my life is just a bird in their cage

I fear them
I loathe them
They petrify me
They burn a hole through my heart
They take me back to the start
They make me cry
Sometimes, they even make me want to die.

How I hope, this is just a nightmare
and only till my eyes open it will last
Maybe I will never jump the wall..
and run away..
From 'The Ghosts of My Past!'

Orgasmic Music!! :)

With all due respect and admiration for the music maestros.. I shall say no more than what the title says about their performance..

Ustad Zakir Hussain , Sivamani , Taufiq Qureshi, Gino Banks, Louis Banks, Niladri Kumar , Shankar Mahadevan - ALL LIVE ON ONE STAGE!!n The snap has only two of them though :(

By far the Best I have witnessed in my lifetime :)

Hard Rock Cafe - 10.dec.08

Drop the Idea !!

Lots of awesome memories , cherised moments ,a couple of heart breaks and a few disappointments down  doesn’t stop the light in my heart to still burn for true love…So here is a little something I penned down.. (Inspired a little by something I read sometime back)

Drop the idea that Love justifies expectations

They are enemies . It is expectations that Destroy all love.

If you expect , then you love with a selfish motive

If you Love with all you got, then expect nothing back - its unrequited love

They are not one, one kills the other when it overtakes.

Drop the idea that attachment and love are one thing.

They are enemies. It is attachment that destroys all love.

If you feed and nourish attachment, love will be destroyed;

If you feed and nourish love, attachment will fall away by itself.

They are not one; they are two separate entities, and antagonistic to each other

Drop the idea that love leads to heartbreak

They are enemies. It is a heartbreak that makes you lose faith in love.

If you experience heartbreak, its not cuz your love was impure

If you love even after your heart breaks, its called True Love

They are not inter connected, hearts break ‘cuz of expectations and attachments.

... I think this is incomplete.. shall add more when I get more thoughts...

Essel world!!

A long over due trip to the FUN LAND! Essel world!! And finally we did end up going and it was awesomeeee fun!!  

06.dec.08

So who is right and who is wrong ??

I read this interesting quote which lead me to write this blog entry:

Imagine There's No Heaven,

Its Easy If You Try,

No Hell Below Us,

Above Us Only Sky.

A lot of people are either against athiests or are under the opinion atheists are stupid. Why?Is it because we question the proof of god's existence?No, its because we are going against majority.(to put it very frankly)

Some often ask me 'How can you tell god does'nt exist?Who made the world?The sky?The grass?' My standard reply is 'I don't know.' Yeah,i'll admit it. I really don't know. I don't know if the world never needed a source from where it was born. I don't know if god and his allies came up with the idea of some creatures with 2 arms and legs which walked and talked and killed and lived. I just don't know.

The point is, unlike many who are under the very idea(its ONLY an idea) that god, the omnipotent, created the world and humans, I stand to take a better and more satisfying answer for existence of this world. Proof? I get the very baseless reply that proof is FAITH.

Lets start by defining faith. According to the Oxford Dictionary faith is defined as '1.complete trust or confidence. 2.firm esp., religious belief'

So theists have complete trust and confidence and belief that there is a god who is above all, who controls how this very world works,how we walk, talk, live and die.

Trust and confidence is not at all the same as reality.Trust is just the opinion that one has on another.Reality, unfortunately, is very very different.

For eg, I'm questioned 'how do you know that a certain person cares for you?

My answer to this illogical and baseless question is: I have FAITH and TRUST in that person. But that person does have an the option of not caring at all. (It's an option,its the friend's wish to choose whether to care or not)

So thats a very simple way of stating the difference between reality and faith.

The question of god's existence is not at all in any way related to science or satanism. Its a mere doubt which can arise in a normal person at some point of time.The only difference is,some choose to be satisfied with the given answer for eg, faith, while others need more substantial proof for eg, signs of existence apart from faith, like sight.

Now another very common question asked to me when I say 'I haven;t seen God, so I dont believe in his existence'.. is 'Can you see air?You cant.But you know air exists.Similarly god also exists.'

Air may not be seen,but it has numerous other properties which a god does'nt.

I don't, by any chance, mean to sound rude or insensitive, but when one thinks with an open mind he will definitely demand solid, percievable proof that there is a supernatural power above all, and its god.

So who decides who is right and who is wrong?? Who gets the proof!!

Amma its yummaa!

I have this replusion to south Indian food.. but for all the times I said I cant stand south Indian food.. I take my words back.. 

Had the yummiest south indian thali at chutney's in Hyderabad! Thanx to the weirdo though :).. 

Fun time!!

Post a lame movie.. 'Hancock' , having a beery good time at marine drive late at night :)

Finally life is moving on to happier times.. !!

Syd.. Dhoomsie.. Jiggy.. Chocoo and Sunil

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I read this piece online recently and loved it.. so had to put it on my blog!!

THE INVITATION
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.I want to know what you ache forand if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.I want to know if you will risk looking like a foolfor lovefor your dreamfor the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrowif you have been opened by life’s betrayalsor have become shrivelled and closedfrom fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with painmine or your ownwithout moving to hide itor fade itor fix it.I want to know if you can be with joymine or your ownif you can dance with wildnessand let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toeswithout cautioning usto be carefulto be realisticto remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.If you can bear the accusation of betrayaland not betray your own soul.If you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not prettyevery day.And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lakeand shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Standing tall!!