Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Some time that day
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
making sense of the nonsense...answer to the question asked below
Sunday, 23 November 2008
sensible nonsense
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Time to Enjoy
Time is a waste of Life,
Life is waste of Time.
So why not get wasted ,
All the time
And have the Time
of Our Life!!!
Saturday, 18 October 2008
Finally its let gone
Don't Expect to get anything back,don't expect recognition of your efforts;don't expect your genius
to be discovered or your love to be understood.Complete the circle.Not out of pride,inability or arrogance,but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life.Close the door,change the record.clean the house,get rid of dust.Stop being who you were and become who you are.
-Paulo Coelho
Thursday, 25 September 2008
unrevealed revealed
Sunday, 7 September 2008
Bliss
I am not antipathetic towards children but I have always complained that children are annoying especially when they throw tantrums and found them irrational little creatures. I used to hate it when at times they go bawling for no apparent reason. I never found their jokes or actions funny and neither could I really understand how fully-grown adults could even laugh at this seemingly idiotic stuff. But it took just one moment for the jigsaw to fit it in. One moment and the whole of my perspective underwent a metamorphosis.
Those eyes revealed to me the meaning of true honesty and fearlessness. It’s only a child who’s fully aware of what he wants. He wants something and the whole world around him comes to know of it. He makes sure he is heard. Yet when he gives, he redefines generosity. Children understand only love. Hate confuses them.
Those eyes left me mesmerized and yet another slap got me out of the trance. The child did not have the time for thoughts. He was busy. Busy, toying with the present and so he could not tolerate such a transgression from me. I felt utterly ashamed and pleaded guilty before the child. As a punishment, I was to do what was instructed to me. And the first one came before I asked for it. My new master ordered me to be his accomplice in his designs of playing in the mud. I wished for the return of my hatred for these little punters. But I already knew it was not to return. Because the child inside me and already agreed to the invitation of the one in front of me.
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
Candy's Story: Part 6
Candy, the lighthouse, braved all storms and still stood to show the light. In the face of a storm it’s the lighthouse that remains intact but it’s the ship that wrecks. Aperture had a shipwreck and was thrown off on an island within the territories of the world he trying to get out of. The lighthouse still stood; showing light to the other ships. One such ship belonged to Captain Kryptonite Arliss.
to be continued...
Candy's Story: Part 5
to be continued...
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
Candy's Story: Part 4
Candy's story cannot be complete without Aperture's story being told. Because Candy became Aperture’s world entire. With her he laughed like a kid. Wept like a child. And complained worse than a mid-wife would. He began to see more than his reflections in Candy. He saw the lost him inside her. Her honesty was like a magnet. In the world where Aperture lived then, honesty, intellect and companionship were lost in its madness, mediocrity, and complete idleness. Aperture had recently lost the love of his life and the emotional stagnation further destroyed his belief and goodness. Candy became his lighthouse. He adored her and loved her in the way he loved his own self. In their journey, they together explored the uncharted paths of each others psyche. For Aperture imagined this to be his salvation from the scum he was surrounded with but as time would tell this was not be. In his euphoria he did not realize that there is always a stretch of sea to traverse before one can reach the lighthouse and the treachery of the sea is never foreboding. But for the time being Candy and Aperture were like infants in the hands of what later came to be known as the Sacred Friendship.
to be continued...
Friday, 1 August 2008
the rainy morn...
Friday, 25 July 2008
rumble
rock, paper, scissors and prayer
Then I prayed. I prayed with my heart and soul. I sought help from my soul mate. I tried to calm the upheaval when the universe conspired. And as always the universe never cheated.
Sunday, 15 June 2008
November Rain
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
And no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time...on my own
Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Like the Flowing River
Silent in the night.
Be not afraid of the dark.
If there are stars in the sky, reflect them back.
If there are clouds in the sky,
Remember, clouds, like the river, are water,
So,gladly reflect them too,
In your own tranquil depths.
-Manuel Bandeira
Monday, 19 May 2008
when power becomes spirit
apotheosis. The hymn of hate the heart had crooned until then
transcends to a symphony of love. The cacophony of the cranium's
boredom ballad dies out. The power of perception is resurrected. The
dormant innate energies stored in the annals of memory once again
start flowing with gusto. The soul regains it alchemy. It feeds on the
elixir of life that the universe is so abundant with. It reaches the
destiny of its journey to the centre of its universe. There is an
emergenre of the ultimate Insurrection by the soul against the
pre-conditioned mind. The soul exalts only in the Power of being
itself and nothing else.
Monday, 12 May 2008
A lonely day in my life
introspection
Saturday, 12 April 2008
mirage
once again...let go!!!
Monday, 31 March 2008
Intentions
Sunday, 30 March 2008
cranium's boredom ballad
Saturday, 29 March 2008
Candy's Story: Part 3
The death had grieved Candy endlessly. The indifference of the people around her made her realize the intensity of the loss, which the death had left behind. After all, he was somebody who fought for those mute creatures who could not fight for themselves. As she sat by the window searching for a solace in the starry night, the universe conspired and the faithful night delivered Aperture to her, changing their fates in a matter of three hours. And thus, a journey began for both of them, when Aperture first saw his reflection in Candy, on that fateful night.
To be continued...
Thursday, 27 March 2008
Candy's Story: Part 2
One day a great tragedy befell on Candy. And, off course, many more were to follow in the days to come. The guy from those animal documentary channels, Steve Irwin, died. Yeah, he’s the same moron who dangled his month old baby in front of the crocodiles. No, the crocs did not eat the baby. Well, talking about Candy, Oh, how much she adored Steve Irwin! Her life temporarily plunged into darkness. She could hear him say in her dreams, in his distasteful Australian accent, “wow, and check out that crawk. Isn't she byootiful?” To make matters worse, everyone she spoke to about his death gave a hoot to it. Candy couldn’t understand how human could be so apathetic towards another human’s death and especially when he is done a favour to the world by teaching the difference between an alligator and a crocodile. She found it hard to accept that life moves on. But that’s our Candy. Anyway, things were going to change for better soon, particularly, on that fateful full moon night.
Saturday, 22 March 2008
inferno of a candle
When a breeze becomes a storm the very thing that is soothing and comforting becomes destructive. While the destruction happens, the distinction between the right and wrong starts vanishing gradually. As in the words of Robert Browning, ‘Our interest’s on the dangerous edge of things--The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.’ A candle that’s used to dispel darkness becomes an inferno consuming everything in its way and its brightness becomes blinding. At the very end of this destruction there is an uneasy calm. A kind of calmness that has the power to tear into the hearts and cause pain, which is even beyond that caused when a dagger is stabbed into the chest.
When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song.
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest.
When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king. When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.
Monday, 17 March 2008
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Let go baby!!!!
A lesson he learnt, long time ago.
If you want to have, someone to hold on to,
You’re gonna have to, learn to let go.
You got to sing, like you don’t need the money,
Love, like you’ve never before,
You got to dance, like nobody’s watching,
Got to come from your heart, if you want it to work.
Every emotion or a relationship has a shelf life and a boundary. I know I must not overstep it. Yet I do it more often than not. I have wondered many times why do I do it but I don’t ever seem to be able to answer it. I am a kind of a person who cannot care less for those around. But when it comes to the scarce few I consider myself close to I just can’t free myself from them even if I believe I am dying.
My friends who told me "life is a bed of roses"
I have had many wonderful friends. Some have become the cornerstones of my life, with some the dimensions of my friendship have radically changed while there are a few I have lost recently. All I wanted was they remain honest to me and be with me and understand me when I really needed them. Instead I was lied to by one. Another called me a depressing parasite. These were the very people who once upon felt they were lucky to have known me. The only thing that kept me going was that love and respect I have for myself and, of course because of the few others who stuck by me in my most needful and dreaded hours. These were the people who never questioned why I was troubled or what was causing it. They just stood by. They stood by to support me, to cheer me and to lift me when I fell. And I never realized this. I went hanging on to those who never understood me. I did so because they were the ones I thought were my best friends. I failed to rationalize that, it was me who cared and loved them like my own and not otherwise. I gave my time, my energy and my love to them unconditionally. But when it was their turn they coolly blamed me for the condition I was in. They said my ideas are too rigid, that I never opened up or shared my feelings and I was too emotional and impractical in life. They said I never shared their happiness and many a time dampened it too. They said everything other than ‘don’t worry I am there no matter what’. Some of them taught me life. They showed me that life is after all a bed of roses. By the way I hate roses. I agree honesty sometimes can be more painful and some of them were brutally honest. But then, this is how life treats everyone or that is what I firmly believe.
I want to thank all my pals for all that they have given me. I am sorry for not realizing this earlier. And to the “others”, people I still love you but I don’t trust you any longer. I beg of you to please stay away from me if I’m unworthy but don’t ever pretend. I rather love a person who I know hates me than fool myself.
i believe
I Lose hope yet I DreaM.
I aM Lost aND I fIND MyseLf agaIN.
I cry aND I Laugh through My tears.
I DespaIr yet I beLIeve.
Milind मिलिंद ಮಿಲಿಂದ್ മിലിന്ദ ് மிலிந்த் మిలింద్
Sunday, 2 March 2008
Candy's Story
Candy was loved by many. In fact, people found a lost friend or a lost lover in her. Anyone she spoke to, would start telling his life's woes to her and then expect her to do something out of it. So addictive was Candy that great friendships were broken for her. Even the eternal Gandhi would have breached his self-assumed celibacy and lost his comfort zone in her presence.
.....to be continued
Finally the Beginning
I have heard and read a lot of people saying that choosing a title for a blog you create just to pen down your ideas is the most difficult thing. I didn't believe at first. But then when i thought of starting my own blog it took me almost a month to actually come up with it just coz i couldnt think of what to name it!!! I mean, honestly, tell me have you ever thought of naming your diary. Not that i ever bothered to write a diary. Well one of the reasons for me not writing a diary is I always wanted people to know what I think (you see i cant pass on my diary to people and ask them to read it). So thats why the idea of a blog is something I absolutely love. What more, I can actually ask people to leave a comment (i will strictly moderate it though!!).
My blog is called Perspective because thats what it is all about--my perspective of life