Breakin Past the Seventh Seal (as it were)

Save my lazy pen the accusation of burying itself into the affairs of a day already quite past. Yes! I am talking about yesterday's turnaround. The date was 25.08.2007 and the time clocked 4:00 pm IST and the tidings were akin to the magnitude of Jesus being reincarnated second time over on this merrily fouling planet(must I say, inhabited by vermins!! nah, that would be far too cynical...)

Well, allow me to rejoice in silent communion with the ways of the Invisible Hand that never ceases to cuddle the myriad forms of life evenly thriving on the face of Earth.

Rise up and toast to the glories of the Glorious.

Umm its regular office day at IIME, past matinee showtime folks and look what crosses my mind. Deep Structures, eh?

What’s writing anyway! Is it linked in to our approach to life. And what the heck is this sordid thing called approach? Does it affirms the Essence that is unmixed joi d’vivre??

We somehow like to keep this mixture of frigid detachment and moving curiosity about the world around us which gives us our poetic Gifts and in most cases, our profundity. It even helps in focussing upon the kinds of things that hold a child's fascinated attention.

Who knows? Who even tries to know? What worth does knowing carry ? All cognition clears the way for cyclical cognition and ends up in inner chaos.

'Faith isn’t faith until that’s all you’re hanging on to. ' Dumb idea but cool words.
I agree the biggest catastrophe to haunt and infest the denizens of Earth today is the crisis of Faith. Faith is out and Fuck is in. God has fossilized, or better still, multi-dimensional Reality is banished while Desire is having a ball.
However, Time watches everything quietly as the dew drop falls from the petal to the ground and all trace is lost.

Wet, You Bet!

No wonder the pre-dawn shower today has acted like a tonic on my soul. Who says Nature does not nurtures. Today, I feel like a fresh new plant awaiting a whiff of cool breeze dancing across my petals! Grotesque! Isn't it? Count Keyserling had said,' Only that which represents an ideal to a man is permanently vitalised.' Well, ideals or no ideals, Nature is a careless Giver because we are all careworn children. Sounds fine, nah!

Rain Shadow Area, Huh?

It feels like a wedge inside but the payday has left this soul robbed of its creative humour!

Today some nasty, avoidable deductions have been targeted in a racist way, as it were by the Employer! Despair is around. Struggling to rise above the sterility of this furtive despair.

Being in service is a CURSE and the vilest of all ways of striking subsistence.

Look Its Raining Now!

Quite an upbeat day as the long separated monsoon blast is finally all over the place!
Yes the rains are here at last after a 2 month long wait in the dry parched landscape of the ARID GOD- uh, you guessed it right! I am talking about the easternmost flank of the Great Thar terrain that is just now having its first rainkissed rendezvous this season. All is wet and quiet in merry celebration of this so-awaited moment. Nobody knows how long will it go on, yet Fairy Hope says that this dancing play of drops and slivers must goes on forever!
Lets raise our hands in fervent prayer, then. Peace, peace, peace.

Three Cheers for Me!

Hi Good morning all!
Just now discovered this liberating space! Wow! Breathe in, Breathe out!! Whooossh!
I am in office now and was just so drifting for a clean break from cranky routine.
Well, I feel my postings would normally be a kaleidoscopix of putatively engaging stuff life is made of.

You know what! The mind is such a goliath within all of us that recent figures say we all use just one hundredth part of one percent of our mindguts in entire lifetimes!

Isn't it queasy! Time to wake up and brace up, eh!