Murderer in the Snow

Murderer in the Snow

It was a late friday night, or rather, an early Saturday morning. The light was still far away, shining over a different part of the world. The season was old and the climate, cold. That is when......
A man, silently walking towards the many lights of that small town, from somewhere unknown, kept walking, at his usual pace, his hood drawn over his head to avoid the cold. Little did he know that he was being followed....
There was another man, slightly far away from this guy, silently walking through the snow as cold as his intention. He moved towards his victim with silent steps and heavy breaths taken through his mouth to avoid the chilled air passing through his nose.
He was starved from the day's work! He needed something to satisfy his hunger! This victim would do!
He was starving for flesh, red flesh and he had one, ahead of him. He quickened his pace, stealthily approached his victim and right under a floodlight, cut into him with a knife. Red fluid flowed out, and the snow on the ground was no longer white.
His craving was put to rest. The white snow drizzling in the night covered the scene for eternity.

~svvooooosyyyyaswwavvooseeeii~
"Alternate ending" ~robot~

He was starved from the day's work! He needed something to satisfy his hunger! This victim would do!
He was starving for flesh, red flesh and he had one, ahead of him. He quickened his pace, approached his victim and right under a floodlight, entered the roadside restaurant and cut into that red, juicy steak he ordered; the ceramic on the plate was no longer white.
His craving was put to rest. The white foam glistening bright covered the scene for eternity.

January

January

Winds with hints of summer,
Breezes with its memories,
Books with that smell of that time, 
Smells of early summer and cheery times.

Skies with rustling kites,
Lands with shedding trees,
Thrashers in my garden,
Others birds and bees.

Worries and other illnesses,
Thoughts and provokations,
Memories, creation and deletion,
All set to rise at this time.

Sonatas return and 
Clocks run fast,
Procrastinators armed, and
Marching drowsily steadfast.

Yellow sunrises and
Golden sunsets.
Early moons and
Late rests.

All of them, 
Together as one,
One set of lines,
To comprise this chapter in life.

I'd be your knight.

I'd be your knight.

If it were summer, I'd be your chill pill.
If it were winter, I'd be your blanket.
If it were spring, I'd be the flowers that'd make you smile
If it were autumn, I'd be the rake and broom.
If it were monsoon, I'd be your shelter.
If it were fire, I'd be your water.
If it were apocalypse, I'd be everything you need to survive.

For we are, for both, each other's saviours, each other's protector and each other's knight.

They too are human,

They too are human

I may sound like a hypocrite, but really, do they?
Is not the very window of your car, with its lavish tints, a barb-wired border fence?
Is the the air between you filled with tension and disgust and remorseful thoughts?
Does not the very sight of them make you restless and vexed?
Why do they deserve this?
Don't they too deserve something better?
Something more with compassion? Perhaps a reply?
They are humans, like us, fellow humans, and what makes us better than them? Why such ignorance? Why such lack of compassion? Why such....disgust?
Is it like a window in between makes you greater? Is it the status symbol? Is it the ambi pur air we breathe and the polluted air they breathe? Is it like our friends can't wait for a second? 
Does it not hurt, to be ignored, to not be recognised as alive and present? Well, how must they feel, to see the same thing at every tinted window frame they knock at, at every bike they go to, at every auto they stand by?
They are fellow human beings, if not acquaintances or relatives. We share the same feelings even if we're richer.  So next time, if not a rupee, let's atleast look at them, smile or show the gleam of recognition through our eyes and give our answer.
There will start peace and breaking of barricades and barriers.

"The sin of my ingratitude still bears heavy upon me"

"The sin of my ingratitude still bears heavy upon me"

It feels good to know that I am loved by many people, unconditionally! It feels good to know that I am in good hands, many good hands! 

I give it all to you, for making my day amazing!! For making the 9th of jan, 2014, a very memorable and awesome day! 

For surprising me, the cake with the bat symbol, the gun, the yoyo and the lamp, the fun, the love and affection, I thank You and nothing I could do seems to be adequate for this. 

Thank You for teaching me that you can't be anyone you want, just by wanting and claiming to be someone else! To teach me that I need to work even to pretend to be someone else! Thank you for giving me the bellows and revoking the fire in me!

THANK YOU, my friends!! :D

My closest friend, Happy Birthday!

My closest friend, Happy Birthday!

Today is jan 9! It's not just another day in the life of the person I know best! Its my closest friend's birthday! And too see him, through his window, from this rooftop, gives me immense joy and bliss.
I've seen him rise and fall. And I've seen his friends pick him up. I'm happy that he is in good hands, hands of people who care for him and love him conditionlessly. And also, I'm happy there are many hands!
I stand on this rooftop, in the shadow, look at him answer his calls with a serene smile and thank each one of them for greeting him! I see him text back replies, thinking of what could be the apt one. 
I did not play that much of a great part in his life probably, or maybe its what I think. But I will forever be his closest friend, whether he remembers me or not.
As I stand in this cold, silently observing this friend of mine, walk out and dance to the unheard melodies of the silent night, enjoy the warmth in the cold breeze to celebrate his new birth, I myself feel rejuvenated!
Maybe that's what birthdays do, spread joy and life to everyone seeing this one person! Or maybe, it is his unique ability. I cannot say.
From this anonymous character, to you, my closest friend, HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY! 

One Moon and a billion Stars..

One Moon and a billion Stars..

On a cold, starry night, they sat there, at the edge of the cliff, with the whole city in front of them, bright with glittering yellow of streetlights and vehicles.
Her head rested upon his shoulder, and her arms embraced his arm, and they just sat there, looking at this yellow beauty, silently, without talking, just seeing. 
The moon was full, bright and glowing red. It rested somewhere near these two. A few airplanes flew by or maybe it was only one circling around so many times. There was a lake far away, which exposed itself partly to the yellow city lights. 
As another plane flew by, she looked up and saw the full moon, she asked, " Why is there only one moon?" He answered readily, "There is only one because I allowed only one to shine upon your face" 
She smiled and he smiled and looked at the moon together, and discussed the things they saw on it! The once silent place filled with laughter and joy!
They both went silent after a while, and she looked at the stars.
She asked, "Will I have as many jewels as the number of twinkling stars, will you do this to show me you love me?" 
He answered, "No, you won't have so many jewels, for love does not lie in jewels, it lies in the number of nights like this, which we spent together, looking at these twinkling stars!" 
She was convinced he truly loved her, she held him more tightly, feeling more secure and safe, more loved and joyous than she had ever felt. Most of all, she felt the never-ending love that he had for her, one that did not have a saturation point, one that would go on and on till the end of time if it could,
That love which has only one Moon and a billion Stars to decorate it.

The Devil's Workshop!

The Devil's Workshop

My parents always told me that an empty mind is a devil's workshop. Well, nowadays, I seem to agree. An empty mind, is like an empty orbital! It waits and has a high tendency of accepting electrons and stuff for filling itself up! Except here, the mind fills itself with deep and dark thoughts, thoughts that move in the shadows, usually unseen. When you have nothing to think of, when you leave your mind free and empty, when you disarm the mind of its shield, these shadows creep over it. ~lotr dark forces music. Sauron attacking gandalf. Azog and all the orcs attacking the fleeing dwarves in woodland realms. Hobbit: danger and evil scenes soundtrack~ 

Once these shadows attack, disaster strikes. Your mind is no longer in a calm state! Automatically,a negative side, a false negative side is seen in everything around you. 

Pipin: "everything seems so calm"

Gandalf: "It is the deep breath before the plunge"

That's precisely what empty minds are, the calm before the plunge! 

When these shadows creep, when they start their attack, all that is left are tears, tears due to false perceptions, fears, fears due to unwanted thoughts and disease, due to toxic thoughts! 

Its always better to have guard. Or at least, have a garrison at the ready, a ready army to push back against these shadows!

A result of electric dipoles!

A result of electric dipoles!

This is what happens when you are listening to what you already know. Your mind tends to wander away, away from paying attention to what the person is teaching. And that's precisely what happened. 

Another class of electric dipoles and derivations of  intensity of electric field on an axial line. And that is when my sir said,"An easy way to remember this is, minus comes first, minus, my....". Then my mind stuck to that, minus=my, minus=myness. Maybe that's what myness does. It minuses, subtracts.

Myness, when everything is about you, everything becomes you, subsequently. You have nothing else, you have only you! 

Myness, all that it does is minus love, minus friendship, minus society, minus respect, minus loyalty, minus everything that makes you sociable,habitable, friendly, a good person, human. 

Once you believe in myness, or the more common term, EGO, your world crumbles like brisk biscuits, crumbles from that fragile state and its a slow process. You first turn to big pieces, then to smaller and smaller until you're powder, and then, without you knowing, you're blown away by the wind, into the wind, carried away into oblivion.

All the gifts

All the gifts

Its so nice. All the gifts we receive, seen and unseen, felt and unfelt, tangible and otherwise. These tiny gifts of appreciation, gratitude and forgiveness wrapped in foils of love and affection, respect and loyalty, are often the most memorable! The tiny, small things that don't seem significant, but bury a thousand memories in them, stuffing themselves with them and holding in their bonds, our bonds of love and affection, are the best ones. 

I saw 'The empty hearse' today! It was really awesome and that thing, was an amazing new years' gift! It does have memories associated with it! All the gossips me and my friends had about this episode, the anxious,exciting wait for this episode and finally, the mutual bliss in experiencing this episode! 

Its as if the big, huge gifts are too lazy and unwilling to hold memories; as if the tiny ones, always try to make us happy. Maybe this is where, once more, tiny beats big! 

However big something may be, its always the small things that make it look big!