All the Road Running!!!

As everything has a beginning, so do they have an ending. Though, most of the times, the beginning is lost amidst of all the exhilaration and excitation and the brouhaha that would follow, the ending, quite contrary, is marked significantly and evidently. Probably, that’s one of the reasons why most of us hate the endings (of course, only those that had a memorable, if not good 'history'). I still remember how much i hated to see the words 'The End' in a movie. Be it a tragic, heart-aching or a totally depressing movie (well, in those days, watching a movie was a privilege...it didn't matter what genre it belonged to, as long as it was a movie) , I always preferred watching it to time infinitude than moving out of the theatre.

But the hard fact, though, is that the movie would end sometime and I would start feeling bad about it. For once, I would feel that my life is being taken away from me and that I would have to forcibly concur with some supreme destiny than that of my own (in here, its the theatre owner's will :)). With a heavy heart, I would move out of the theatre, reminiscing on all the wonderful movements I had, the fancy food (by fancy, i mean the samosas and the cola drinks. Yeah, it was supposed to be a luxury back then...'come on, now...you need an occasion to munch up on such delicacies) I had, the cozy little seat I sat, the string of unconnected and at times, stupid, non-graphic ads that rolled on during the interval, the smoke rings that would some how sneak in to the theatre from the hall way, chocking the 'family crowd' sitting next to the exit doors, the countless number of people busy moving in and out, at times, seemingly aimless and at times, real busy, the dim lights filling the hall, making it both darker and brighter at the same time, the sound of glass cola drink bottles rolling everywhere on the floor, the pretty face of the heroine, her curvaceous body and her lovely looks, the comedians and many more.


The empty roads on my way back home would make no sense to me. They would only make me feel sad and lonely. They always seemed to jeer at me for loosing something that I (thought) had once. Something that I got so involved, only to realize that it meant nothing now, whatsoever. I always hated when things were not what I wanted them to be. But as I soon realized, it is how life treated me; giving things, that I never thought I would have and then take them away from me so hard and so sudden that before I realized, I would be back at the same place again, back on the same road again, wondering what the hell has happened and how the heck did i end here again. Nothing in between seems real. They are just memories. This is when I started feeling that there is nothing real in the life, but for the black, long, unwinding road. No matter how hard I tried avoiding this stretch, I would somehow end up there; From what I wanted to be to what 'he' wants me to be.

The show’s packing up, i sit and I watch
The carnival leaving town
There’s no pretending that I’m not a fool
For riding around and around
- Mark Knopfler

Luv

PS : Adapted from the original text drafted on 24 Feb, 2007
Sgd/-
KRishna :)

Kentucky Fried Cruelty!!!

Al Gore in action!!!

The Fisher's Lovebird!!!

I walk the surface of this planet everyday
Hoping to find something valuable, pretty and gay

Something I can cherish for my entire life
Something that gives me pleasure and happiness in rife

Thinking about this, I was passing through the meadows one night
The moon was beaming with full radiance and bright

The cool breeze from the north, gently touching my skin
Disappeared in to the night taking away its invisible gleen

The tall cold mountain on the background played the detached witness
To many visitors like me who never bother to acknowledge it's aliveness

It seem to be busy gazing at the pole star,
Standing in the night sky, like a tall altar

The little stream of water, flowing through the rocks
Bouncing the moon light, it swept through the land blocks

Carefully I crossed it, trying not to disturb its course
Managing my movements around these rivulets, nice and terse

As I moved aimlessly in these plains, trying to figure out my course of action
Something from the far, racing anxiously towards me, caught my attention

She is a cute little fischer’s love bird, with orange cheeks, forehead and throat
She had grey feet and legs; Her green feathered wings flapped hard, just to stay afloat

She came near me and sat my on shoulder, pricking me with her little red beak
Probably seperated from some loved ones, alone she was, like me, sad and weak

I placed my finger near her face and she greeted me with gaiety
I played with her little shining forehead, admiring her beauty

I took her with me back to my place,
Gave her food, water and tied a beautiful satin lace

She was my darling; I loved her with my whole heart
Day and night, I took care of her right from the start

She would sing for me and dance as well a little
But I could see that the happiness in her heart was brittle

I never kept her restricted to any cage or cell
'Be as you wish, it’s your place', I would tell

One day, I went to the market, to get her some food
Leaving my window wide open, as I always would

As I came back home and started preparing her lunch
I heard another strange voice, in the hall from across the bench

I rushed out of the kitchen to make sure 'she' was fine
In there he was, another lovebird standing next to mine

I wanted to shoo this guy away, trying to protect her
Only to realize that amongst us three, it was I who was stranger

Probably an old lover of her, he whisked his beak through her furr
Making her realize all that she missed these days; how useless they were

He then swayed around swiftly and vanished out of the room
She turned to me, flew over my shoulder, and chirped in gloom

Now looking away from me, towards the window
She stared through it, watching her lover go

At once she bounced off my shoulder and up she rose
Meandered through the house a little and out she goes

Now I’m here, back to where I started, standing alone,
Thinking about her, looking the way she was gone

Cursing my self, I sat in the company of my shadow,
Brooding helplessly on why at all I entered that meadow

Life for some people is a string of choices
It’s a spread for them; a huge bed of beautiful roses

For others, it’s nothing more than a pain
Something that ties them down; a bloody chain

Little do these people have in their lives, to cherish
But for the memories and the sweet pains of anguish!!!


No: of times edited : 5 :)
Luv

The Bathtub Philosophy!!!

Life this is, very different from what it appeared
Change is the only constant thing, a wise man said

I have these moments, these glimpses that arise
Tyring hard to convey something I would never realize

"Solace is what you want now", something said,
"Its your tub!! you know that, don't you, kid??"

I turned the taps and filled it to the brim,
Its more than just water, its mystic and bedim

As I sat, little bubbles started raising to the surface,
Probably trying to shake a hand with those sunrays

Only some make it to the top while the rest disappear during the course
Its probably more due to the belief in survival that any other force

A new lesson learnt, a new thought began
The tub never repeats anything during its span

Its water never remains the same
Just as the lives we lead always change

Now i'm out of the tub, looking very pale
The moisture on the face turned a little ale

I started coughing and gasping for breath
Seems like oxygen in this world is in dearth

"Finally you are out", greeted my people
Little did they know how i hate their babble

Life outside the water feels so bad
It took away all the intellections that i had

Its full of people with no thoughts and direction
Those who follow the chore, both in sense and in action

When solitude is all that my mind yearns,
There's nothing desirable than my little pond of observance !!!


PS : This is my first poem. So, please...please...be a little kind in your critisisms...TIA :)
Luv

PS(PS): I wish I waited a couple of more days before I wrote this.

Neo-Socialism, anybody????

Besides my recent found interest in fiction, there is something that has been getting me quite occupied. Its nothing but the good old, "not-so-valid", "out-of-vogue", "remotely-existing" or rather, "almost-extinct" political functionalism called 'Marxism'.
Though I'm not an authority in Marxism, I’m not a total virgin in that area either. I did read some of the books written by Karl Marx and Fredrick Angels and most of the times, I hardly understood anything but constant call for the revival of the proletariat and the need for a united social revolution aimed against the bourgeois.
All these times, I just brushed them off thinking that in today's world of decreasing social divides and bourgeoning democracies, there is hardly any need of such demands. However, now i feel that I'm not totally right. Partly because I very well know that the last substantial opinion I had on socialism and its allied political systems was way far in the past, probably at an age when i was a little immature of making any informed views and partly because as against to my perception of decreasing social divides, today we could find the societies rifting apart wide and open, making the possibility of a social bridge between them all too impossible. I somehow feel that the each side has now become very self-centered and started looking at the other with a sense of suspicion and spite than mutual agreeableness and acceptance. Or is it something really age old? May be!!!

Well, as always, I don't have explicit examples to back up my views and what ever I said here are the interpretations of some personal observations and some pieces of information that I've picked up from various media.
I'm not, at the same time, suggesting a total change in the political structure nor am I hinting on the utter failure of the democracy. Something is missing. The rope has become too saggy somewhere, there by blocking the progress. Well, the basic reason for all this, as I see, is the lack of will power to bring about a change in the society, a deeply rooted habit of ignorance and indifference towards the society, the lack of a strong political commitment; the lack of a youthful vigor full of enthusiasm, confidence and selflessness.
Remember, this should not be taken for complaining. No, I'm not. I'm just trying to find some answers to some questions. That’s it. I need to think.
Luv

PS : I know this sounds incomplete and partly, vague. But these are just the raw, not-so-well connected thoughts. As I said, I need some more time to get something sensible out of this.

PS(PS) : Now, you guys must know that all this was due to the hangover from the movie 'The Motorcycle Diaries', which I watched yesterday, and from the lives of Che Guevara and Leon Trotsky that I've been reading a lot these days. Slowly, my interests in Marxism are being re-vitalized.

The Bloody Complexifier!!!

At times I realize how mighty dumb I'm. I just cannot express my thoughts to others without packing them in thick sheets of obscurity and frivolity, which, by the way, ruin the basic purpose behind my expressions. 'Intelligent', is what people think but I would prefer 'complicated moron'.
I think I have started mastering the art of complicating things just for nothing. A whole lengthy paragraph with words spewed over it like a splash of mud water covering the entire front of a white wall, but nothing. An unwinding thought, full of pre and post references to incidents both personal and global, but nothing. A long, complicated sentence consisting more number of prepositions and conjunctions than nouns and verbs but nothing. Lately, I've started feeling that my mind has stopped having any rationally formed thought. A central idea and many surrounding thoughts; before the central idea places itself firmly on my mind, the other thoughts just swoop in and start demanding attention. Call it attention to detail, I know only a pig would do that, my mind starts trying to place these thoughts in to the frame and miss over the central theme. So, at the end, you have a dog, you have a garden, you have a small bone in the mouth of the dog, the picturesque sunset, the thickly grown grass, the kissing couple on the next bench but where is 'She'????????? Sorry but ‘She’ has to wait. We are busy trying to place that stupid big useless lawn mower somewhere in here.

Hmmm.....such a waste...

Oh and btw, yes, i did not really convey the stuff I wanted to...in some other post, may be
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