Fools Gold

An evolved syndrome of a dubious kind
of dreams, of glitter, of stories seldom told,
of hopes, of gore, of petrified eyes,
of lives smitten by fools gold.

of desires, of carnal sins and betrayal,
of passion, of pleasures that behold
lies and forbidden fruits devoured
of lives smitten by fools gold.

of love, of hate, of disbelief off late,
of wrinkles in relations that gradually unfold,
of obscure angst, and spread-eagled mistrust,
of lives smitten by fools gold

and then one day you face the ashes
of a stone that shone beyond control,
of emotions spent on false beliefs,
of lives smitten by fools gold.

Traffic light theory

I dont claim the existance of such a thought came into being after pronounced metamorphosis, instead this is a product of an instant obsession to throw ideas, relatable, for the common cause of entertainment in a sullen office premise between bored friends , straight out of college, trying to cope up with the mundane corporate life that corporates have to offer. The idea, I must confess, is old and overkilled among a few of my friends but then for public interest and at the request of one of my buddies, yours truly has decided to share it with all and sundry. Now if you are terribly excited about what is going to unfold, my suggestion for you would be to be cool. No rocket science unearthed here but you might, you just might appreciate what even thinkers like Jean Paul Satre did. Incase you dont you may as well blame it on JPS or be happy that you havent freaked out just yet.

The call of the romantics have always been to respect women who are beautiful and women who are not so beautiful by throwing unnecessary glances at their frame. They believe that love is a communicable disease and you get affected the moment you come in close proximity with an averagely endowed member of fairer sex (the degree of cut-off endowment varies with respect to the mans ability to even attain any proximity or his plain ignorance about his sexual orientation).There are a myriad charms in getting affected with such a state of mind, the feeling of falling in and out of love just by the mere sight of a better pasture(is it a kind of an overstatement?). With a world full of terrorism and mindless violence, I sometimes wonder why people who pour love left right and centre are viewed with such distaste. But anyways we are talking about the "killers", you know the "been there done that" types. Smooth talkers and criminals have something in common, they both await that major heist in life which can potentially leave everyone else dubstruck and leave themselves with enough booty to cherish all their lifetime. Such a heist like all Tarantino movies leave them gasping for breath and sometimes even wondering wether it was ever worth it. JPS once observed that many a times we give our every bit, put in all our stakes for the one thing that we want so very badly in our lives: even the cosmos conspires and gives it to us and what happens next? We sit and wonder wether the same was worth at all.

The "Killers", therefore love the chase. They know the checks and bottlenecks. they get a "deja vu" with reactions, expressions and sentiments. They can map the stages of love, a perfect bell curve like a product life cycle, low at both ends and blown up in the middle; and they quit at their peak, just when they know that love has been achieved and whats going to commence is pain and compromises.

Imagine this. You are rider living it on a fast lane on a mean machine of yours at your prime in a mid-night street. You vision a distant traffic light at a signal, not a bird around but just about anything lurking in the corner around a couple of blindspots. The signal is red and you are touching 80kmph and you have your endless possibilities of youth at your disposal. The thrill of getting past the signal when it is red is what shoots up your adrenaline. The moment it turns green, it would pass like just another day in office, uninsipiring and routine.

"Love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment" - Kiran Desai

Exams, Friends, Music, Grades and Girls... Engineer at heart!!

Consider this..

Exams
Are of three types entirely based on the hours of sleep/games that you lose for it
1. Surprise quizzes: Not worth mentioning as they are not worthy to be a consideration. Why worry about something which even the geeks couldn’t anticipate.
2. Mid term exams: Are like alarm clocks with a snooze button. You are still bound to ignore it
3. End Sem exams: Pretty much like labor pain, you know its going to get over soon and will not come back for sometime (within 6 months in this case).


Friends
Are of two types, friends and best friends based on their value proposition
1. Friends: The ones who waste similar amount of time, bunk similar number of classes, sleep similar number of hours, play similar games and have a crush on the same girl (entirely due to lack of options)
2. Best Friends: The ones who attend classes throughout the semester and allows his notes to be Xeroxed in public interest before exams, the ones who share cigarettes with people on the 25th to 30th of every month and the ones who have contacts with chicks in the friendly neighborhood college

Music
Adhere to notions about Music
1. That rock is not about Britney Spears and cover versions of “we will rock you”
2. That they have seen Euphoria and Prikrama perform in front of them
3. That bhojpuri songs are in and a hit among geeks
4. That pink floyd is best served with Vodka and lime
5. and that if you see pshychedelic rock being played in media player audio mode in a dark room , then everybody inside is happily stoned and levitating

Grades
The following pointers are the best reflection of the idea of highly regarded grading system of the college
1. Grades are highly random numbers entirely dependent on the spatial co-ordinates of the individual in quizzes/midterm exams and the number of friends sharing the single Xeroxed notes obtained from a best friend before end sems
2. Inversely proportional to the number of hours spent over LAN games and text messaging fairer sex
3. Directly proportional to the number of night outs and individual could afford studying without watching a movie or two

Girls
1. are either good or very good
2. decide which hobby/activity you want to pursue and which society/club you want to be associated with
3. are exotic creatures for mechanical engineers in particular

Did I notice a grin?

Wish...

It seemed so many beautiful days..
I sense I cannot be forgetful ofcourse
So many reasons of unnerving bliss
Apprehensive,what if my words, you take amiss
But do you realise why emotions are rife..
and why your smile brings me back to life?

The song of the cascading river I hear,
the singing nightingales , and you, were there
Poetry by the riverside flows..
mystique eyes , serene fragrance of rose
But do you realise why emotions are rife..
and why your smile brings me back to life?

Romance and pain are siamese twins
Fear that U'll let go, wrecks me within
Affection is ambitious for a vagabond man
For an eternity I wish I could hold your hand
But then one day when you will say good bye
I will be there, waving at you with a smile

The master of funk

It is rather unfair to blame existentialism as a cornerstone of all that went wrong to the world at large. At no point of time can I refrain from blaming myself for what possibly went wrong with me. I know of a friend who has this unique ability of finding unequal reasons for things that went the other way and I know that you identify with many who do so. The pretext remains that they are far too ignorant or adamant to accept that things on which we don’t have much control, are better left without much analysis. Pragmatism lies in our abilities to make the most of what we, as an individual, can and leave the rest undisturbed; with optimism and faith of a certain kind. But that is me speaking and you might as well have reasons not to think similarly. You will talk of situations, choices, affordability and social structure. You will come back to the point where I started from, sighting the fact that this ardent insistence of disregard to the “norms” and doing one’s own thing is a reason to many a downfalls. You may even criticize me to be an atheist and how self-destructing it can get when you have no fear of an ubiquitous obvious, the threads of which we were all intertwined with, since the time we lived. When I talk about faith of a different kind I talk of confidence and abilities which are developed and if persevered, remain.

I will not go into individual examples, as these can be singular and mis-leading. The world today is talking about the huge mess that the so called greedy wall-street bankers have made of the financial system. The blame is being forced on individual interests of bankers as much as the corporate game of one-upmanship. Billions have been lost and the investor is appalled at the abysmal lack of sensitivity shown by the fund managers whilst dealing with hard earned bread of common man. Recently I read about people complaining of the fact that the principle of “to each one his own” has endangered trust among human beings and sighted this example of reckless mal-utilization of individual capital. Morality is being questioned on the pretext of lack of fear that is expected to emanate from a civilized god-fearing man. A hint at again blaming existentialism as a means of justifying wrong doings. I beg to differ again.

In fact many in and out of business would agree that if the blame has to be fixed, the foremost to be considered are the seekers of returns. In a game of “who makes more”, sanity is often sacrificed. So you have people queuing up for higher returns on investment to an extent that innovation in financial markets became an absolute necessity. Hence the derivative market and more and more exploitation of the ever shrinking resource bank, loans being sold and securities created out of virtual assets. The argument which held firm and clear pre black sunday was individual existence and individual enhancement. So why blame existentialism now, when everything we have lost were focused on our own well-being.

The point to note is not far fetched. You might as well question me that am I doubting ethics? Am I demeaning group responsibility? My answer would be that ethics and cumulative responsibility is the benchmark that we can hold our ambitions against. Individual whims and desires cannot at any point outgrow essentials like morals and beliefs, but at the same time lets hold each one of us responsible for any detours we take to satiate our thirsts of different kinds. If we are justified at taking certain risks, our positions will be vindicated and if we are unable to return home in peace, nobody but our own actions remain responsible. The dice for the game of life is unevenly loaded and is meant for the masters of funk. It is not made for the fainthearted.

Cheers!

Am a bachelor to the hilt ,these days I have more than enough time
I remain in dreams,listen to music and try my hand at rhymes
But then ofcourse I carry the curse of being a lustful man
Through the corner of eyes I savour delights, as much as I can

There is this girl, pretty face an curls, who walks by my cubicle
and after the rains, against restraints, on her face i noticed a trickle
Dont blame myself, completely forgot, was left gawking at her
the look on her eyes, just sufficed , she understood the matter

And lads like me, it'l always be, hang around her and fancy their chances
Its time for me, to seize opportunity , theres reason to close distances
Competition you may, please stay away,let that girl for me be free
I own that pout, remove your clout, today she smiled at me..
Yeah today she smiled at me.........

The last laugh..

And again like a sharpnell hits, your words of pity my friend,
I wish I can keep you amazed, this time and time again...


Remember , when i was forced to lose, or so to you it must have appeared
When friends and foes, all in one go. had discussed and smeared
helplessness on my face, inspite, they all knew, they feared
it was just plain bad luck ; Did I desrve to be speared
with ghastly blows above my toes? My heart burnt with desire
to tell you to reach you, to spring ahead, with zeal,ice and fire...


And then you closed all alleways, you thought you'd keep me down
You couldnt believe the thrust I could achieve and I did notice you frown
You were left in a daze, you were wide awake; your imaginations went all in vain
You sat and sulked, couldnt believe I worked my way out of my pain
You tried to hold me; confuse, control me and then you turned insane
You mirrored fallacy, strained in jealousy as i merrily danced in the rain...


I remember how like a sharpnell hit, your words of pity my friend,
I wish I can keep you amazed, this time and time again...

Amused....

Visceral pleasures of an ensconced man
I repeat the myriad sins
of pleasing myself in solitude
and play my music in purported élan
They say I am a confused man

Refurbished wounds like a soiled caftan
tattered to shreds with false belief
They did not fathom my strong desire
to re-live, replenish my vanity van
They say I am a confused man

so what conventions are not for me
Priorities progress like rapids, change
directions at will where loose earth encourages
me to push as hard as I can
They say I am a confused man......

Re: Where the mind is without fear

Where the mind is full of fear, a few heads hung in shame
Where education comes at a cost, leadership struggles for a name
Where the world is broken into fragments
by narrow domestic walls
Where words come out of fallacy & selfish shallow halls
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards corruption and disgrace
Where stream of reason is distant and out of place
meandering in the desert sand of dead habit and dead decree
Where the mind is misled , cannot see a sign of thee,
towards an ever shrinking trust; integrity and reason at stake
Into this hell of tyranny, my father, today my country awakes