Being myself

Two eyes that sees colour,
And a head that seeks trouble,
Two hands and two legs, that exists,
Just in case I need to run.

Its funny being me
Because life's just a fricking movie
And I love playing the hero,
the villain, the sub-hero and the anti-hero
Why ? I dunno.
I don't get paid for it
But do get beaten up from time to time

Still, I refuse to learn
Coz learning is such a waste of time
I fall into the same hole
and I yell for help.
People always give me a hand
Why ? I dunno :D but they do
To them, all I have to say is a "thank you"

If life's a fricking movie
Then, I might as well be the director too
Where to, direct to ? :-??
Hehe, till I cease to be alive, I guess.

Time reads 23 05, before going onto 23 30

Overcame by a storm before I knew the existence of a storm
Someone told me its called 'storm'
Then, I came to term the storm as 'storm'
And took up the dictionary to find out its meaning
they told me that it was;
"a disturbed state of an astronomical body's atmosphere, especially affecting its surface, and strongly implying severe weather."
bullshit :-j

I have no more blood,
what was left of it was consumed in adrenaline
and in learning the visceral peritoniums and oritalagus cuniculus.
I thought of becoming what I am, for a change.
and stopped visiting http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=19445877 .
And 6 hours before the next tuition,
10 hours before the oral questions,
18 hours before another set of the above mentioned
24 hours before I repeat the above three lines,
I sit here.
I dunno what it means. :-??
Prolly, a spurge of adrenaline.
Consuming more blood out of my eyes.

World is a 360 degree nothing
We come around, no matter where we go.
unless someone pulls off the trigger of a gun
or if the world just decides to flatten out.

Kurl on – Sleep well.

Dig dig dig …. Chainsaws ….dig dig dig….ambulance ringing….dig dig dig….beheaded heads….dig dig dig….wakes up.... dig dag dig….tuition @ 6 am…. Digggg!!! Its 5 40…. Dig dig dig…. Chainsaws ….dig dig dig… ambulance ringing…dig dig dig…. beheaded heads.

Voice

Centuries of the future, here is my century, solitary and deformed - the accused. My client is tearing himself open with his own hands. What you take for white lymph is blood. There are no red corpuscles for the accused is dying of hunger. But I will tell you the secret of these multiple incisions. The century might have been a good one had not man been watched from time immemorial by the cruel enemy who had sworn to destroy him, that hairless, evil, flesh-eating beast - man himself. One and one make one, there's our mystery. The beast was hiding, and suddenly we surprised his look deep in the eyes of our neighbours. So we struck. Legitimate self-defence. I surprised the beast. I struck. A man fell, and in his dying eyes I saw the beast still living - myself. One and one make one - what a misunderstanding! Where does this come from, this rancid, dead taste in my mouth? from man ? from the beast? from myself ? It is the taste of the century. Happy Centuries, you who donot know our hatreds, how could you understand the atrocious power of our fatal loves? Love. Hatred. One and one... Acquit us! My client was the first to know the shame. He knows he is naked. Beautiful children, you are born of us, our pain has brought you forth. This century is a woman in labour. Will you condemn your mother? Eh ? Answer! (Pause) The thirtieth century no longer replies. Perhaps there will be no more centuries after ours. Perhaps a bomb will blow out all lights. Everything will be dead: eyes, judges, time. Night. Oh, Tribunal of the Night, you who were, who will be and who are; I have been! I have been! I, Franz von Gerlach, here in this room, have taken the century upon my shoulders and have said: I will answer for it. This day and forever. What do you say? Eh ? Answer! ( Jean Paul Sartre)

Nothing much to say, except for that, we wasted our time doing whatever we did now.

My first look at Science

Science is all about where we came from, where we are and where we are going.
In 1936, Albert Einstein said " The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility". Yeah! the one that makes you exclaim at every discovery " How obvious! How stupid of me not to have worked that out for myself".

Ernest Rutherford once said " Science is divided into two categories - physics and stamp collecting". Such was his disdain for other sciences that he was eventually awarded the Nobel Prize for Chemistry ( 1908, for his work on radioactivity and what-not)

The fate of specialists in any one area of science is to focus more and more narrowly on their topic, learning more and more about less and less, until they end up knowing everything about nothing.

What I have learnt from the past 16 years about Science :-

Gravity, as it happens, is a very weak force, unless you have a lot of matter around.

This is a brightfully good place to be in, well, atleast on weekends.

In 10 days.....

I realised the following things.

1. I don't want things to happen as meticulously as planned. Rather, I want things to happen and believe I had planned meticulously for it.

2. The first realization took a long time coming

3. There is possibility of me inventing a time machine, but the only drawback is that it moves only in forward direction and that too by about 8 hours or so, well, depends on the size of the book.

4. The more I think about writing more, the more I feel of sleeping face down on the bed.

5. I want to sleep badly.

Suicide

A menagerie of little white flames burst into the horizon,
A wide frequency of drums thud on to my ear hole
A little dark smoke consumes the drunken shadows
Air in plenty, pushes the nose into pain of exhaustion
Slimy frogs creep the jumping piece of ground
Red mud gives away its brief life to the black
Time for the red soul to consume itself in its power
Twitching caution arises from the ashes,
alighting the fear for caution.
Liquids enrich the hydrated exterior.
My last glance is blinded by the pyre
Words are no more, only the I remains.

Serotonin

Beneath the sky,
Lies the sun.

It hangs there all by itself,
Which makes humans sometimes wonder
If everything is actually alright.
It falls into the big ocean at night, though.

Beneath the sun,
lies two twigs and a broken branch.
They are
Stretched across a number that would make you dazzled.

Nothing exists across that vast number
only a few shadows that move here and there.

There are different shades of shadows
Some are giant-scorpion-like, formed on the walls
of literature texts of some things.
Some are white and invisible, formed
everywhere black and visible.

Besides there is nothing else,
only a few unwanted mosses.
and some moments that keep passing on

On on on and on,
From the time Coleridge
used 'awn' instead of 'on',
to the time he was buried
underneath his own lawn,
with men all tied-up necks.

Time was a word they discovered
They called the language by its own way
as English.
In such a way that English can be spoken
only in English.


These blokes with tied up necks
go on tying it up until they suffocate
and end up the way Coleridge did

That remindes me, besides shadows
there are men too.


:)

Some words are never meant to be understood.

govind v (4/4/2007 2:04:28 AM): One fine day, I find himself pushed into me. I din knoe I was him, I din care I was him, I... I..... I.. don knoe wat? why? hoe? wen? I dont knoe why I am sittin here? I dont know what all this means.
govind v (4/4/2007 2:04:56 AM): I dont know anything about any bullshit
govind v (4/4/2007 2:05:14 AM): but all I knoe is dat
govind v (4/4/2007 2:06:53 AM): all I knoe is dat, there are always words in your head that can be typed. all I knoe is dat there is nothing that stops me from being happy. All I knoe is dat, I dont give a damn abt anything that presents over me.

A pair of feet and hands

Gases of clouds ghosted the moon. Black tars walk beneath my feet. Dark houses lulled itself into sleep. The mechanical watch hides itself from the reality. No more ticks, just a decayed stretch of abandoned roads.
Ruffling papers were dragged by the forces of time. I see the light that has so far seen me. Each quiet word I utter echoes through the silence. Each breath is smelled by the mankind, in its sleep.
A lonely piece of dust. Thats what I am. A dust that settles in everything it finds comfortable, till someone shrugs it off. To fly again in search of better settlement. Never cleansed, never noticed, never free. Perfumed by the forces of nature, it has been lost in the passage of time. But still remains a dust, invisibly. The light stares at me with responsibility of a CFL that lends vision to a student. A student of life. El Eye Ef EE. Four letters for the people in Oxford. Struggle, for a family man. Blunder, for the youth. Regret, for the old. For the ceased, a disease.
The reign of the ragged light have been reinstated. A circle that stands far away. Yet in my palms.Time has distanced it from me, scattering matter across infinity.
The division bell has struck my nerves. Thoughts that had conquered me long back, ceases to let me breathe easily. Steps taken forward start walking back again, dragged again by the force of time. A long abandoned road that has already felt my feet beholds me again. I have no option but to tread it again.