Shadow

Shadow

A cliche line it is

That a shadow follows wherever one is.

A Shadow, it looks it takes no bliss.

Thou great Shadow,

Hailing from the land of the helio,

Tailing behind every lad and lass,

Clinging on with a lasso.

Thou great Shadow ,

Dark mail to the arrows of light,

Invisible person of the night,

A form with no hype.

Thou great Shadow,

Stoic companion forever,

Cheerful never,

Depressed never.

Thou great Shadow,

Silent imitator of actions,

Calm form of mixed passions,

Similar to all of the nations.

Thou great Shadow,

Who comes in all forms,

Driven by the wind,

Over oceans and farms.

Thou great Shadow,

In all shapes and sizes,

High and low,

Pink and mellow.

Thou great Shadow,

Unique and shallow,

May you live on forever.

A Mediocre Plea

A Mediocre Plea

A diseased moon. A patchy moon.

Dark spots all around her face. Spotty clouds around her,

Diseased spots like, they appear.

Slowly they start covering her 

Pale white face.

Slowly do they hide her and take her into shadow.

Suddenly, her aura is the only thing giving light.

Her face does not exist.

What if it's not a disease?

What if it's an engagement?

King ilekosh, is that you?

Oh! No, you possessive king,

Do not take her away from us.

Her light's all that lights our path.

Without her, all is dark.

Be generous, bold king and 

Show her partly.

That light would suffice, aptly

I'm Sad!

I'm Sad!

Another loss. 

One more crime-boss

In my world of vigilantism and chaos. 

One more Quiz I lose,

One more thing which makes think of hanging from a noose.

Well, bad idea, there's a lot to lose.

Why is this? leave me some clues!!

They say a pride goes before a fall .How do you differentiate between pride and confidence? Who can draw that line? How can one ask that question to someone who had just lost?  Why can't one just see that someone is depressed? Do they have to worsen stuff?

Yeah well I lost something I had the confidence that I'd win. Well, maybe I had weak pillars by me. Maybe I, myself, was a weak pillar. Whatsoever, it was a sad day. I'm sad! I'm depressed and highly frustrated. 

Well, I did break my phone. Frustrated enough? Its display is screwed. Now, i'm not even nostalgic about it. Its this perpetual thought of losing this quiz which makes me sad and even more gloomy. This mood has started to become what defines me. 

Well, there won't be a next time for this. So maybe, somewhere else. Till we meet again, competitor, adieu. Congrats again! 

A premature thought: Arranged Marriage

A Premature Thought: Arranged Marriage

This could be a very highly premature thought. Probably 50 years ago, it would've been a very lately thought thought. Anyway, I find the institution of arranged marriage to be something that'd be bad, something unfriendly, something temporary.

I believe that the vedic customs and traditions can't be followed forever. I believe that traditions must be continually changing with the dynamic society. Society is not the same as it was a minute ago. 

Every other act in a society without dynamic traditions, would be a criminal act. Every other act would be blasphemous and unethical. In a society where MODERN technology plays a dominant role, VEDIC traditions and customs work with great difficulty. Where are the customs now that were once very prevalent and important? Who lights up diyas? Who checks vaasthu? Who actually does all Shit they must for some pooja or something? A fast life demands a fast changing custom. 

Imagine living the rest of your life with someone you've just met. How can you go marry someone whom you've known tops for a month when people can act fake for years and years and lifetimes to come? Would divorce be a remedy? "Oh no! Divorce? How dishonorable is that??! How would we raise our heads?!" Practically, a life filled with divorces would make the society with memory bondless and chain-broken with each other. The only advantage is lawyers getting richer. 

Well, think of living the rest of your life with someone you've known for a loooooong time. A time period enough to say that that person and myself can live!! Atleast the attachment between you and the other person is strong enough and not breakable by random comments and misguidance. Spending your whole life with someone you know would result in completely knowing the other person rather than marry a person you've known for a month or a year and not know them at all.

I once had this crazy or whatever dream which I don't even know the purpose of dreaming. It was all messed up. An ostentatious wedding. It was my wedding for some reason. Very lavish and guests were pouring in. I recognised few, some, I did not recognise nor wanted to/ felt like recognising. It was a marriage i had no clue about. Something I had not known at all. Maybe it was symbolic of the enigma and questions aroused in a person's mind before an arranged marriage. Maybe its the dilemma or confusion or a state of being lost. When I mingled with people and when they asked me about my 'fiancee' all I was able to do was stay quiet. I did not even know her name. Her face, when I saw it, was one of a stranger's. I did not live in the dream long enough to see the conclusion of it. I hope I did not get married in the dream. Sometimes i'm grateful I woke up!

If it was a person I actually knew and liked and wanted to marry, I'd curse myself for waking up.   

Birthdays!!

Birthdays!!

What I used to like about birthdays: cake, presents, friends, wishes, Birthday!

What I like about birthdays now: friends, solitude, wishes, Birthday!

But how peculiar is it that as time passes on, the things one likes about birthdays decreases gradually. It could just be 'maturity' or being busy. Whatsoever, its a sad thing anyway. Well maybe its a varying trend for a few. Cakes have become something cliche in my life. Presents are not novel anymore with the advent of social platforms or whatever. 

But whatsoever, every year contains 1 birthday of yours.
How peculiarly legitimate is it, the word 'birthday'? Birth and day. 

Think! 16th Birthday. How cleverly or how unknowingly did the person name it birthday? 16th-Birth day.
Every year, you are the same as you were last year. Every year, you're a completely different person. You're just like an android upgrading  itself regularly. Every year, you're novel, unlike birthday presents, someone new to have a look at, unlike birthday cakes and you get a chance to look through how you're new and better. 

Every year, you're reborn. Hence they say 16th-birth day. That that day was the day you were born for the 16th time. A 16th re-incarnation. 

Battle of Thermopylae

Battle of Thermopylae

The fierce battle of Thermopylae. 300 Spartans vs an entire Persian empire. Leonidas Vs. Xerxes. The fierce battle fought for 3 days. Spartans, a valiant fight, a deadly comeback, a war to remember.

~rewind rewind rewind (sound)~ ~different scenario~ 

~ |> play ~

3 days of intense, fierce war. 30 students. only 12 get a higher rank. Only 2 get to win. A 'hunger games' scenario. Well it was another day of quizzing. This quiz needed something else. Aptitude, presence of mind, thinking capacity with agility. 

A series of questions, conquered. There came a time when it was tense. Everything was tense. 15 seconds demanded an answer. War cries echoed in my mind and with a quite audible voice, I remember shouting at my friend. "Shut up!". 8 seconds demanded the same answer. "3.6!" I blurted. Approval and points were all i got. It was not done. Needed more fight in it. Needed more bloodshed. The battle grew tenser as we seemed to have approached the end of the day. The last chance to strike was ours. We needed to strike and strike at the right time, in the right spot. There was no use otherwise. ~Sherlock mode on!!~ There came the quest "Established in 1908, leading car-manufacturer.... turned aero-based manufacturer....which company?" 15 seconds demanded it. Boeing fogged my thoughts. I knew it was not the answer. I was running around memory lanes. Finally caught it. "ROLLS ROYCE" shot out before I was able to think why. The answer followed "Rolls-Royce: engine manufacturer: Boeing and Airbus". It was the right strike. We managed to qualify. The whole Rolls-Royce incident felt like Sherlock cracking 'Van Buuren's Supernova." First battle: Conquered. 

Second one followed the next day. This was one I had to win. Win this, my name would be echoing and glory would accompany the sound. Prelims sounded the war horn, we emerged victorious. A 21 kill count. The most number of kills for the prelim. We qualified. One step closer to eternal glory. As is reached the pinacle of this hill, I saw in front of me, enemy ships delivering armies and weapons. The job seemed tough. But who was I? A person quigically fit!. Who was with me? My partner. What could I become? Sherlock Mode ON! And there started the kill streak. One by one, as me and my partner cut each question into mince, there sounded the horn of victory. A kill count of 195. A 70 count margin. We emerged victorious. Back at home, Felicitation had an air of glory and honour. The path to war veteran was laid in green, accompanied by words of praise, shouts of cheer, screams of happiness and all-in-all, there I laid for myself and possibly for my comrade, a path of glory. It was a wonderful feeling. This was not all. One battle remained.

This was on foreign soil. Home ground advantage: zero. Support: zero. On our own: completely. 

It was ambush. I saw my health deteriorate. I saw my army dwindle. I saw a definite loss. I had to do something. With what I had left, with whatever sherlockness i had left in me, I stood up, Threw my guard down, I was vulnerable to anything. But risk was needed. Adrenaline accompanied my voice, mics were redundant. 4 quick buzzer answers laid our path to 4th position from a state of -5 to a state of +25. It was worth a run. It was a run, Leonidas, and finally, I threw my spear at Xerxes. It took a major part of his chunky body. I lost that battle, The Persian Army moved on. I don't know, nor do I think i care about it now. 

But today, I'm a new warrior, renewed, replenished, upgraded and bettered. Today I'm ten times of what I was before the Battle of Thermopylae. Tomorrow when another battle arrives and when my country calls for help, I will answer and I will lead to victory. Because when one falls, he rises up to be someone better than who he was.

  

x

x

Does it not burn when something that kills you has so many degrees? Does it not pleasure you that something that has so many degrees does not have a job? Its something you hate, you wanna kill. But its a dilemma as to whether you want to kill it or not, because that's the only thing that defines your life now or what makes life more or less interesting. Its like Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty, Batman and the Joker. They want to kill the other, but they know that everything gets meaningless without the other person. Sherlock= Master sleuth. Moriarty= Master criminal. One dies, the other rots. 

Its a similar relation I hold with this variable that 'constant'ly rules my life. This variable called 'x'. It has so many degrees. It can easily have infinite number of degrees and that without any difficulty at all. x^100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 and goes on till it is x^googoll. 

"It BURNS US! IT BURNS US!"

"What's the use, x?! You don't have a job"

"Oh really?! You think so? What do I do to you and what have I been doing to you for 6 years?"

"Killing mental peace"

"You have my job right there!"

"And what have I been doing to you, x?"

"Solving me to my very last degree. To my very last bit of power"

"You have my job there"

This goes on. I'm like this semi-master sleuth and x is the master problem. I could well rephrase Sherlock:

"You're a student. Infact, you're a math student..... Seen a lot of violent x[deaths] then!"

But it has become my Moriarty, my Joker. Life seems to cease without x in my life. A thought of not having x makes me feel empty. Maybe its like there should be some master problem which would always trouble someone just to give their life a meaning or something to live for. Something that defines their life.

"Oh! What's in your life?!"

"I keep solving x's problems"

"Oh so you're a science student?!"

"Yup"

"You must be having a life."

"Pfft"

"What? Think. Solving cases. Finding projectiles. Measuring Impacts. Implying logic. Logical implications. God! It's a life. Wish i had one!"

"Ya whatever!"

However, one does not know the complications and hardships in dealing with their arch-enemy. 

Whatsoever x, "Kill you? hahahahah! What would I do after I kill you? Go back to ripping off tally marks? No. You complete me!"

Life without you would be dull and boring, x! Thanks for making it interesting!