She: So what if you were late once; big deal you, are not a super hero
He: No, I am a super hero, but only when I am completely alone.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Yesterday
Yesterday was such a good day; half of the world was busy being born.
Yesterday was such a bad day; half the world was busy dying.
Yesterday was such a wonderful day; half the world was smiling.
Yesterday was such a horrible day; half the world spent it crying.
Yesterday was such a great day; half the world was making promises they thought they are going to keep rest of their life
And
Yesterday was such an awful day; Half the world was…..
Yesterday was such a day…..
Yesterday is such a definitive day….
I am really tired. This never ending struggle is getting in my nerves.
I have to finish it all or at least half of the world.
Yesterday was such a bad day; half the world was busy dying.
Yesterday was such a wonderful day; half the world was smiling.
Yesterday was such a horrible day; half the world spent it crying.
Yesterday was such a great day; half the world was making promises they thought they are going to keep rest of their life
And
Yesterday was such an awful day; Half the world was…..
Yesterday was such a day…..
Yesterday is such a definitive day….
I am really tired. This never ending struggle is getting in my nerves.
I have to finish it all or at least half of the world.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Hypothetical conversation with God
Sadak Chhap:– What if one day people stop loving you, will you stop loving them as well?
God:- I am God. I don’t reciprocate, I don’t react, I act.
SC:- Then how about punishing the sinners and rewarding the followers?
God:- Ho those are all religious propagandas made by the people for the people. But that is not the question here. If I may say so…. The question here is about love. It would be really sad if they stop loving. The ability to love is much bigger a virtue than being loved. And probably that is the single most important factor which differentiates between me and you. Between God and human…
God:- I am God. I don’t reciprocate, I don’t react, I act.
SC:- Then how about punishing the sinners and rewarding the followers?
God:- Ho those are all religious propagandas made by the people for the people. But that is not the question here. If I may say so…. The question here is about love. It would be really sad if they stop loving. The ability to love is much bigger a virtue than being loved. And probably that is the single most important factor which differentiates between me and you. Between God and human…
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Watch yourself bleed
Think of all the inspirations, all ideals, all the hope, all the dreams you ever had as a child and stand in front of a mirror.
Imagine - 2
It is quite possible that I am a fragment of your imagination, creation of your thoughts and part of your dream.
I am so proud of the way you created me. I am eternally grateful to you.
It is also possible that you are part of my dream, part of my imagination and I hope you are as happy as I am of being part yours.
I am so proud of the way you created me. I am eternally grateful to you.
It is also possible that you are part of my dream, part of my imagination and I hope you are as happy as I am of being part yours.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Inside the confessional mind of Emperor Qin Shi Huang/ Ying Zheng
It is 12 O clock mid-night. The emperor Ying Zheng is still awake. Sadak-Chhap pays a visit to his old friend, wants to know the reason of his restlessness.
Below is the transcript of their conversation…
SC: What is keeping you awake in the middle of the night when the country sleeps in peace?
Ying Zheng : I have been accused… Accused of being biased.
SC: Emperor Qin is accused? By whom? Since when the emperor started giving heed to accusations?
YZ: I am getting tiered of living a life without any options sadak chhap.
SC: I thought you liked your life without confusions.
YZ: you have been away very long. Things have changed probably more so inside me. Now I feel confusion is a liberty that I don’t have any more. I am sinking under my own weight. Enslaved by my own image.
SC: But then you asked for it.
YZ: Why are you here for? To add to my wounds
SC: Sorry, but don’t you know I dwell on people’s guilt. I thought I will never get you. You never ever had any guilt.
YZ: I thought this world is filled with incompetent creature, if left alone they will start digging their own grave. All they can do is dream of beauty, which they understand, which falls into their miniature definitions from microscopic point of views. And then they wrap it with ugly polythene bags and ask for an honest opinion. As if I care what is under the plastic wrapper. As if they care about the truth.
SC: So what do you want to say? You know the truth?
YZ: You disappoint me Sadak Chhap. You know me for very long time, do you think I would ever care for the truth. You give me a spark and I can make sun out of it. Give me a drop of your tear and I can dry up the whole ocean to replace it. The truth as you perceive is inconsequential.
SC: And the truth that you perceive?
YZ: Please are you kidding me, do you really think truth can be interpreted. Can be defined and be expressed. Even if it was possible I won’t have bothered myself with it. I do things, I run things around here. I am the truth. Now these creatures expect me to form an opinion over the plastic wrapped dreams. I am sorry to say ‘It’s all good’. Pass it on to me. But no no no they want an opinion properly spiced up with ignorance and human feelings.
SC: Why do you bother? Sun raises everyday and if you ask me it is a miracle. But it will still rise if you don’t even notice it. Why do you bother?
YZ: I am not a sun. I am only a human. I just get very lonely at times. And that is what bothers me.
SC: I have travelled a lot seeing things, learned a lot. I think you should watch yourself bleed in front of a mirror. That will calm you down. I don’t believe in manipulating things as you do. There is a complete sync that you fail to notice. You try to be more important than things which you preach and hence fail to appreciate the miracle. Let it be… let be…. Watch yourself bleed.
Below is the transcript of their conversation…
SC: What is keeping you awake in the middle of the night when the country sleeps in peace?
Ying Zheng : I have been accused… Accused of being biased.
SC: Emperor Qin is accused? By whom? Since when the emperor started giving heed to accusations?
YZ: I am getting tiered of living a life without any options sadak chhap.
SC: I thought you liked your life without confusions.
YZ: you have been away very long. Things have changed probably more so inside me. Now I feel confusion is a liberty that I don’t have any more. I am sinking under my own weight. Enslaved by my own image.
SC: But then you asked for it.
YZ: Why are you here for? To add to my wounds
SC: Sorry, but don’t you know I dwell on people’s guilt. I thought I will never get you. You never ever had any guilt.
YZ: I thought this world is filled with incompetent creature, if left alone they will start digging their own grave. All they can do is dream of beauty, which they understand, which falls into their miniature definitions from microscopic point of views. And then they wrap it with ugly polythene bags and ask for an honest opinion. As if I care what is under the plastic wrapper. As if they care about the truth.
SC: So what do you want to say? You know the truth?
YZ: You disappoint me Sadak Chhap. You know me for very long time, do you think I would ever care for the truth. You give me a spark and I can make sun out of it. Give me a drop of your tear and I can dry up the whole ocean to replace it. The truth as you perceive is inconsequential.
SC: And the truth that you perceive?
YZ: Please are you kidding me, do you really think truth can be interpreted. Can be defined and be expressed. Even if it was possible I won’t have bothered myself with it. I do things, I run things around here. I am the truth. Now these creatures expect me to form an opinion over the plastic wrapped dreams. I am sorry to say ‘It’s all good’. Pass it on to me. But no no no they want an opinion properly spiced up with ignorance and human feelings.
SC: Why do you bother? Sun raises everyday and if you ask me it is a miracle. But it will still rise if you don’t even notice it. Why do you bother?
YZ: I am not a sun. I am only a human. I just get very lonely at times. And that is what bothers me.
SC: I have travelled a lot seeing things, learned a lot. I think you should watch yourself bleed in front of a mirror. That will calm you down. I don’t believe in manipulating things as you do. There is a complete sync that you fail to notice. You try to be more important than things which you preach and hence fail to appreciate the miracle. Let it be… let be…. Watch yourself bleed.
Friday, July 10, 2009
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