To matter or not to.

In this dark world of war and fear
we squabble over fashion.

In this world of politics, conspiracies and death

we laugh about cricket.

In this world of poverty and deprivation,

we complain of french fries and pizza.

In this world that's melting away bit by bit

we crib over gelato flavours.

In this world with almost an energy-less tomorrow

we discuss movies and videos with gusto.

There are issues that matter, and there are those that don't. Of course we are to judge for ourselves. No one can tell us what's important for us.

But as a member of this universe, the heart knows. It knows which of them issues are actually issues, and it longs to contribute, to participate, to matter.

Inertia

In the middle of nowhere..
That's where I am right now.
The river is flowing.I'm flowing with it..just like all that debris that it picks up along the journey. I forgot where I jumped in. I just remember I've been swimming since long..very long.
I'm tired.
The water's cold.
I need rest.
But I can't fight the inertia.It's too over-powering.I don't know where to look once I do get out.I'm lazy enough to let that fact stop me from pausing and coming out of the water.
I'm afraid. But now that I've given it some thought, I think I kind of, enjoy this 'nothing' happening, lazy attitude that has filled my daily life for now..
But nonetheless, at the end of the day I am truly scared..pondering over the consequences of when I finally reach the ocean and realize ,this is not where I wanted to be..this is not my goal..It has never been my goal.I should have changed paths long ago..

I'm scared I won't get out of my river when there's still time..
I'm scared I'll end up in the wrong ocean.

THE PORTRAIT

Trying to make a portrait.. trying to sketch the lines..fill in the colours, figure out the contours.

But everytime I commence sketching after a break, I find the lines on his face have changed..Some have vanished, a couple of new ones have surfaced..What am I to do?? Start all over again? Or rub the lines I drew..?

Would it be honest to erase those lines which have now disappeared? It's not as if they were never there..They did define him someday, sometime, when we met somewhere..

How could I erase them? It would be a lie.

So, I decided it would be unfair to erase those wrinkles , those contours that I can't see now.

I continue my sketch, over drawing layers of new fresh contours, new lines, new wrinkles.

After so many interactions, I finally think, I did it. Yes, I finished my porttrait.

What do I see?

A mess of lines, one over the others.. a picture unidentifiable. A picture with no resemblance to my friend whose portrait it was meant to be.

And there's light.

The tunnel has gone.

Enlightenment finally.

I realise the eternal truth.So simple. So subtle. 

I AM NOT TO JUDGE.

It's unfair and It's useless.

And yeah, maybe it stops you from reaching the other end of your tunnel.

Relief. Joy. Ecstasy.

LOOKING OUT FOR MY STAR..

I feel, all great people in this universe have had one thing in common..: PASSION.
Some of them, we know, some we don't.
I guess, in this world filled with myriad illusions, delusions, good things, bad things, and neutral.. great is that man/woman, whoever is able to search and pull out from all the hubble bubble, that which makes your heart cry, with happiness, sorrow, anger, and all emotions possible..;yes, that which resonates with your heartbeat; that what you will decide to live for, or die for.. ;yes, that is passion.
It's a feeling undescribed truly, unless experienced; undiscovered truly unless yearned for.
Some have taken years to find it, others knew it ever since they were buds waiting to bloom. Some inherited it, some found it for themselves. Some were directed the path to it by others, some spent frustrating, turbulent contemplating times of self introspection in search of it, and the rest just bumped into it by chance- luck, that is.
For some , it is 'doing' a certain thing, for some it is in the form of a person.
Whatever may have been the means to discover one's own passion, once, he realizes it, comes to terms with the intensity of the bond which connects it to his individual self, he does not part with it.
Actually, he can not part with it.
If god forbid, one is made to do such a thing, due to whatever reasons or circumstances, there comes the time of utter agony, helplessness, frustration and above all, meaninglessness.
And arises an irresistible longing to reunite with that what your heart agonizes for .
Those, who've been able to live their passions, are great men/women, in my opinion.
The day I discover 'my' passion, I will complete an essential part of my journey to eternity.


Till then, let the stars above beam in their brilliance, and show the world that, their shining passion is somewhere among them.. all we  got to do is, look out for it.
recognize it.   :)

throw that mask away

I seem to have  just crossed my threshold of tolerating pretence. :@  Why the hell can people just not say what they have in their minds! Why so many untrue phrases and unfelt emotions! For fuck sake, just say what u mean, man! It's much easier than you think! Please, I'm done with pretence and camouflage.. Can't bear a drop more of it..Have mercy..

amigo; ami; amicus; drugu; amico; chingu; venn; arkadas;or simply FRIEND..myriad languages call 'em by different names..call 'em however u want to..they'll mean the same to u..they'll mean to you, your life and more.

yes, it means FRIEND.

appu, mitz,sid,,gs,su, golu, chow,ashi, bombs,sese,papita,rahul, tofu,shash,chinu....don't know wat would i do without u..love ye all

i know it's not friendship day yet, but i had to write this. (no specific reason..just couldn't resist) :)

who rules?

one of my friends and me, were discussing drinking and smoking( hell of a discussion it was:P  we ended  up screaming at each other :P) my point was:
whether it's smoking or drinking or drugs..all of these manipulate your senses, don't they? why do you want to let a non living thing manipulate your senses?YOU are the master of your mind. why let anything else rule it? even for an hour or whatever time it takes for your hangover to last! aint that sensible?