Trespassing my Mind

FFT -2 | Religion - a minefield

2011-06-19T15:08:00.005+05:30

Does religion provide solace to a fatalist? Are you a believer only if wear your religion on your sleeve? Do you need religion to sustain as a human race? does religion give you freedom or does it put you in fetters? Is religion meant to make you thin skinned to criticism from other religious sects?

Religion is what you make of your belief .. you are entitled to believe what you want and not thrust your opinions and beliefs on another..For a religious extremist, slightest of insinuation is like a ticking bomb...it is indeed a Minefield.

Is religion the reason that turns the world on its head? when did mankind first feel the need for a a religion.. ? Did it give man an identity and a cause to defend? Did the religious rituals help create a demand vs supply scenario that was the key to the growth of economy?

If religion is a man-concocted concept why take it seriously..

FFT - Food for thought 1

2011-06-18T11:41:00.003+05:30

How do you define resilience?

When your sieve like memory fails to acknowledge the event ever happened , you dust off and carry on with life as thought the event was just a minor aberration from your otherwise mundane existence?
Or
When you have the memory of the event etched in your collective minds and still carry on with hope of a safer tomorrow, leaving the dire task of keeping the hope alive in someone else's hands?

How do you define Mumbai?

Ode to Velocity

2005-05-16T10:35:00.000+05:30

Just when mind is awash with a million thoughts.....

a cosmic whirl pool raging in my mind....

Velocity carresses me fondingly ....

strips me off my past....

She tosses and twirls me ....

my mental fury substantiated ....

I fight Velocity....

I try to tame her ...

but then she tells it is I who gave birth to her... the velocity

she is invincible like me .... she is my offspring...

the velocity in my mind and body...

the warmth of the being taking me through womb of velocity is none but my very own alter ego...

An esoteric dedication to a very memorable experiece where I came to know Destiny ..

VidYa

Read the fine print....

2005-05-13T13:30:00.000+05:30

It was a dark and stormy night. The windows of her room were flapping in the wind, but she seemed oblivious to that. With her back to the window and facing the TV which was switched on – any peeping tom would be forgiven if he had thought that she was watching the TV. Earlier in the evening, when the clouds hung oppressively low, Jean was rehearsing her part of the scene while she was waiting for Miller. She thought that Miller was handsome in a different way. He was a star in his field but was a relative new comer to the field of movies. She was now a veteran in the movies but still the heart throb for many a male.
Miller looked through the windshield of his favorite Shelby GT 500 and saw the overbearing clouds in the sky. The feeling had been building in him for sometime and he thought that tonight was the night when things should happen. He had been meeting her since the time she broke up with the famous sportsman. About a year, he thought. Listening to Carpe Diem by Metallica, he thought to himself that nothing could go wrong tonight. He had planned everything for this night and he was determined to seize the night.
Jean opened the door for Miller when he gently tapped on it. Miller stood there dressed not too flatteringly. His age sort of showed but Jean couldn’t have cared lesser about it. The lights in her house were soft. Miller thought that she looked beautiful. He could faintly hear an Eagles song in the background –“You were too young to die, you were too fast to live” the song said. He smiled to himself and looked at her. He looked around the room as if he was seeing it for the first time. Expensive paintings adorned the walls of the dimly lit room but as always one painting always caught his attention. It was the original Munch’s Scream painting which graced the eastern wall. He suddenly heard Jean asking something. He just smiled at her not letting her know that he hadn’t heard her. “You came by the Unicorn today” – she asked again. Miller just nodded and sat down in the plush leather couch in the center of the room. “We have a change in the script “ he said with a wry smile. Jean looked at him quizzically. Secretly she was hoping the script change would spice things up a bit. “Do you have any chocolate sauce at home” – he asked. She nodded and she went inside to get the sauce. “Chocolate is a time tested aphrodisiac isn’t it “, she asked as she came out. He smiled and asked if she had seen Psycho – the Hitchcock movie. She nodded in the negative. He got up and made her sit on the couch that was opposite the TV and smiled at her. “What do you think of me “- he asked her as he started opening the bottle of sauce. She started to open her mouth when the chocolate burst out of the bottle and onto her dress. He didn’t seem to care about it. “Let me just wash my hand and come. I don’t want it to be too gory” he said. He switched the TV on and set it blaring when he walked past into the wash room. When he came back, the smile on his face had vanished. Jean looked at his eyes and her smile disappeared as well. There was a cruelty in his eyes that she had never fathomed of. He smiled at her and stabbed her repeatedly with a knife that he had had stashed. He covered her mouth as he repeatedly stabbed her. As he felt her losing her consciousness – he stood over her rather limp body and said “This is what you get for betraying the president”.

Yagnyesh

The Waiting

2005-04-06T10:00:00.000+05:30

What can u say abt a 25 yrs old girl who died?That she was beautiful and brilliant.that she loved Mozart and Bach, and the beatles and me

She loved you too. much more than her feeble voice could carry when she came out of labor and welcomed you to planet earth.

Though she could not hold you in her arms and fondle you, to see you grow into a woman so much like herself;
with a mere glance of your fragile body transfixed in her tear curtained eyes, an earful of your lachrymose self and only a soft kiss in the air to your name she breathed her last.

With her last breath, she took a part of me away too.but a part of it remained,stayed behind out of self-resolution to be with you

It was then i realised what his silence and tolerance to my mischeif and tantrums meant.it was then that the enigma of the unfathomable sadness in his eyes and guilt shrouding his face itself.The shadow of guilt was so palpable that I could almost touch it and wished fervently many a times to wipe it away but never made an attempt.

Years flew by and our roads took us away from each other.even our seldom visits brought an unnerving silence between us that soaked even the words intended like a sponge.

And many years later I got a tinkle in the middle fo the night , summoning me back home.Eventually the following morning he was laid down in a rosewood coffin;he succumbed to the inevitable end of his life in his slumber.

Along with his paraphernalia I also inherited his diary which proved everything else worthless.It had the answers to the questions i never asked about my mother he hoped I wud ask someday.The diary explictly potrayed the stirring restlessness of a soul trapped in a biological body.He was torn between his flesh and blood and his true love;
heart and soul;
His diary spanned an epic saga of true love;His love;Her love and the story of my existance--fruit of their love;

He however wanted to do justice to both of us and waited till heard his calling from the heavens above;He waited for me to liberate him from his ties with me;He waited till I drifted so far away from him that the cord of bondage finally snapped.
He waited till this moment for me to pick up his diary in which he had penned his guilt for being incompetent as father for he failed to bring me closer to my mother I never saw and as a lover , for he failed to keep his promise of following her in life and in death;

I waited too ; but it was too late, for all i have now is his holographic diary and I must confess "I have been away a long time"

VidYa

If minds speak...can mortals hear???

2005-03-31T10:34:00.000+05:30

Mind is a wonderful hard disk installed inherently by nature....It spews Venom and also churns Ambrosia...it creates and kills... It is the Satan's Den and also the Angel's Abode...and something mortals can never control...A Mind has a Mind of its own...
The Reviewer
Mind-The recepticle of ethereal nullity,
Mind-The Black hole of all pain,
Mind-The whirlpool of Cosmic chaos,
Mind-The Eye of a raging storm.
Mind-The faint ripples on a placid lake,
Mind-The breeze at the crack of a dawn,
Mind-The guiless smile on an infant's face,
Mind-The rare glimmer in the eye of newborn Fawn.
Mind is a giant puzzle....a cryptic code from the creator...Dont try to fathom its depths....there are things better left un-understood....and one of them is the machinations of a human mind...

VidYa

Will I make it?!

2005-03-31T10:26:00.000+05:30

Something on a lighter note :)

Sleep becons me with a saccharine call
I resist but then i do fall for the specious summons of the Sandman
He drops a speckle of dust in my vision pan
Soporific voices echo in the unresponsive part of me
I dwindle like a newborn fawn
I blink like a bambino caught in the glares of the morning sun
my mind a recepticle of ethereal nullity
my corporeal existences refuting my urge to respond
Lo and behold I drift to the never never land
blissfully oblivious of professor's lecture :)

wrote this during a terribly boring lecture in 7th sem... :)

VidYa

Obsession

2005-03-31T10:22:00.000+05:30

Her hair brushing against her soft cheeks
flitting past her face in the winds
her cheeks rosened against the sun
her lashes fluttering
her lips --like two rose petals purse and press in a vain attempt to churn nectar
her petite self gently swaying and pivoting on tender heels

she moves her tendril like strands of her with her svelte fingers
she stands atop a hill with a steady flow of tears
the grass at her fair soft feet feel priveledge to be there and the Earth even more ,

to soak up her salinity
her lips twitch in reflection of the agony of her heart,
a promise-broken
a faith-trampleda love -betrayed
a loyalty-non-existentshe plunges into the depths of the ravines
the rocks,thorns, brambles and bushes melt in the radiant beauty that destroyed itself
a beauty that obliterated not only itself---a victim of obsessive love
but also the cause for the same.......

VidYa

The Wedding

2005-03-31T09:56:00.000+05:30

Grain by grain
speck by speck
time trickles away
string by string
arrow by arrow
fingers of dawn
tickle the ponds
ripple by ripple
gurgle by gurgle
springs come to life
drop by drop
dart by dart
rain falls to join its lover--The Earth
The elysian union under the canopy of dark clouds
nature's musicians rise from Earth
tears of joy pelt the rocks
and the valley awash with nascent greenness
Sun-the uninvited peeps from behind the bride's abode---- smiling a benign smile.

the winds -- The best man -- bears the fragrance of the distant orchards to the altar
the trees nodding to the rhythm of thunder
blessings of the spears of lightning
The Rain and Earth --tie the connubial knot
consummate their conjugation.

Life ----their offspring,seedlings burst open
Hope---- Its godmother,they flourish
Ephimeral the relationship--Rain and Earth
She shall go back to her abode
sun beckons her home--
She shall be soon with her better half again,The Earth,seep through him and renew her marital vows.
Speck by Speck
grain by grain
time trickles away.
witness to The Wedding Fade away.

VidYa