Season's Greetings

Hello, my dear readers. Wish you the very best that this festive season has to offer. Well, all the more reason to rejoice, coz guess the Mayans got it wrong. The world didn't end. Maybe, we are on a grace period. Who knows. All this time we thought the mayans did, and seems thats no longer firm ground. Damn you, ancient people. Couldn't even get that right. No wonder evolution made you into us. Why the hell were we still counting on them in the first place?
Nope I'm not high, just thinking out loud. I'm amazed to realize that I've been a blogger for two years now. Well, I hardly written for more than two weeks, but whatever! Its good to know that I have reached yet another milestone.
This is a great time every year. Year ending, holidays, shopping, get together's, great food, sound sleep, texting over the phone, and so on....
Hope the Christmas spirit carries on throughout the new year. May the celebrations continue...!!

Change is inevitable, and the best time for it is now...

I am not going to write at length about why this blog was inactive for over a year. Nor am I going to justify my absence. You have really no idea how much I wish I could do so. I have always fancied to be a writer. Somewhere my ego believed it as well. But let me assure you that this leave of absence has proved worthy. Not that it was planned or intentional. It just happened to be a huge learning experience. It would be too much if I claim to have learned anything at all. All I can commit to is that I am now aware that there is more to the world than what I presume it to be. I have recognized that there is a realm of reality beyond narcissism and ego, where things and those that are not, are different than what my intelligence perceived it to be, and beyond what my education - (read experience) had taught me.

I am attempting to come back into the realm of writing. This is after sleepless nights of thought and hours and hours of contemplation. I am fortunate to realize that though this time has has cost me many causalities, all is not lost. I have more to lose than what I have already lost. The fight is far from over.

Let me bring you upto speed on a few things that could matter. First of all, I have attempted to take charge of my life many times over now. However, lack of a strong will and partial commitment to the plan has only worsened it. This is yet another attempt to discover that shore of paradise. I still have people who care about me to support, guide, and even yell at me if needed to. I sincerely wish I don't let them down, ever again. I have registered with Nanowrimo.org, but the attempt at completing a 50000 word novel is still yet to begin, I have already lost many days. I still hope that I can fulfill this challenge for my own sake. Its scary as hell. But I must go through this.

So I hope this time around, things will be different. It really sucks to be the guy who is always wanting to do stuff. I want to be the guy who does stuff, rather than the guy who is always just wanting to. So this is me taking charge. Once you identify the need for change, there is no better time to do it than NOW.

Ordinary Single Male

Ordinary Single Male

It just happened to be just ‘nother day until

I noticed her smiling at me

Then the world around me came to a stand still

Was this true? Could it be?

She then came to be so very close to me

and whispered “follow me”.

I obliged, just like a worker bee

As she led the way before me.

The daylight faded, I had lost all the sense of time

Thinking of nothing else.

Known I had not, that she was cunning, a temptress...

And had put me under her spells.

She then stopped, but she still had her back to me

I could hear my own breath.

When she turned, it was no pretty face lovely

She had the eerie stench of death.

Her eyes were bloodshot and with teeth like a canine

She laughed at my fear.

Then I knew that this was all a plot, a crime design

It was now so very clear.

 She then clutched me and her nails, they just sank in me

And i writhed so bad in pain.

She bit me hard on my neck with her long canines

And my blood, she got to drain.

She then pushed me back on the ground again

Spat my own blood on my face.

I was weak, I was wounded and in a lot of pain

But of life, there was some trace.

She changed back again, As i lay there and looked at her

She was now herself again.

Now who could tell what she was really inside?

Was she even sane?

To this day I dont know why she had let me go

Dont know why I was spared.

I dont need a cause, a reason to show

Dont think I ever cared.

Though I’ll live to see the dawn and tell the tale

I’ve been scarred for life.

This is the story of an ordinary single male.

Dont need no girlfriend or wife.

For all the warm wishes I got for this silver jubilee birthday....

A warm wish is never too late

as it carries only love and not hate.

After all, whats there in a name or a date?

the day was not chosen, it was just fate.

Being in time or being belate

is not a very complex  conjugate.

Coz in your mind you did contemplate

about your buddy, your pal... your mate.

"Wish" you did, and that is prime.

Being late is not a felony or crime.

Especially to those without a sense of time

the thought of a wish itself, is truly sublime.

So let it be, oh! friend of mine...

Late or not, your wish is benign.

The perception of time will once decline

and that which transcends it, will be divine...

Mukthi....

the debut short film

long time no see....

No matter how hard I try, I begin most new posts in the blog indicating how long its been since I last wrote. The gap between each new blog-post has only drastically increased. Now that I reflect back, at least a fraction of  those idle hours spent gazing on facebook (mine and others) could have been utilized here.

The last three months were pretty eventful. Team India became Champions of the cricketing world, I flunked all three of the remaining exams I had to complete my graduation. I miraculously found out that I had indeed cleared  one of those three papers long time ago and was still writing that for god knows what joy. Our family moved to our new house which took 13 years in the making. I wrote the remaining two papers during this exam season, positively my last attempt, I sure do hope so.

This is the materialistic part of me. The intellectual part was still discovering and rediscovering the frailties and minute intricacies of life, relationships and existence. Started reading "My Name is Red" by Orhan Pamuk. Bought a copy of  "The Autobiography of a Yogi" by Paramahansa Yogananda. Haven't taken it out of the cover though, waiting to finish reading Orhan Pamuk first. The emotional part was making new friends, painfully breaking off with one, introspecting, discovering new emotions, experiencing mood swings a lot - right from depression and anxiety to maybe even inner peace.

The creative part of the brain was at work though during my absence from the blog. There was this story than had come to mind years ago. Well all I can say now is that it started to take some sort of shape than existing as a formless thought. The thought was like water vapour, it has now maybe condensed and become droplets of water. The wonderful part here is that no matter what container I collect the water in, it takes the shape of that container. What I have attempted to elaborate using Chemistry is that the story has taken form, now I can mould that story this way or that.

As you already know my dear reader, These are simple thoughts of a normal 24 year old, soon to be 25. I must admit that the dominance of the male hormone - testosterone, would undoubtedly show in the thought process as well. Rather than fight it, I've let it take its own course. I guess that will help me come to terms with it.

And speaking of the male hormone reminded me - today is Father's Day. That which is a mere "thanks" becomes "gratitude" when it means a lot to you. That wrapped in a whole lot of love is what I have for my Dad. If you are already a Dad, try to make sure that you are worthy of it. So my friends, for all the Dads, soon to be Dads, and even father figures amongst you - Happy Fathers Day.

P.S : Have I mention that there is this cute little girl I know who has ironically adopted ME as her Dad? Well on that note, I guess this day  is special for me too. Until next time, which I have no clue when... Cheers..!!! :-)