Friday, September 19, 2008


Across the world’s expanse,
My thoughts are the midnight’s sea.

Some elements do seep through trance,
Like the expanse between you and me.

Monday, September 15, 2008


How on earth can she maintain two full stops every time she types in anything? I am floored as usual.

The child and his colourful blindness.

I was lost in awe at the fireworks in the Mayor’s Thames carnival. I was lost at the sight of the midnight moon, the mystical never ending sky and the planes queuing up to land at the London Heathrow across the BT tower.

The child in me still lives.

Far away in India, in rural Orissa, innocent human beings are being killed for some indigestible reasons. The claim for annihilation and destruction is the conversions of human beings from faith ‘Hinduism’ to faith ‘Christianity’.

I don’t accept forced conversions of any kind and am wary of religious converts of any direction. I believe, a conversion of faith is a mighty event in anyone’s life and should be a result of a long struggle with oneself involving a sky full of wrestling thoughts, questions, answers, experience and wisdom. This scepticism will eventually lead to increased relative clarity and peacefulness within one’s self. I herewith second the famous Oscar Wilde quote,’ Scepticism is the beginning of faith’. I can testify to this fact.

Around the world, skilled orators have been accepted leaders of human beings. They can throw to the masses sugar coated languor or stirring phillipics that pump the adrenalin. The case in religious unrest of all kinds in India. Biologically adrenalin is the hormone secreted by the adrenal medulla that acts as a powerful stimulant in response to fear or stress. In the worldly plane, adrenalin can result in temporary blindness of the mind and the heart, resulting in dusting away the beautiful life that can be. Well thought out faith can withstand adrenalin, but the weak shall be carried away like the chaff in the wind. The chaff in this case is the root cause of all detruction.

As goes popular understanding, every human being remains a child till he dies. Recently I came across this quote by an Italian novelist, Leo Rosten, “You can understand and relate to most people better if you look at them, no matter how old or impressive they may be, as if they are children. For most of us never really grow up or mature all that much, we simply grow taller. O, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, and whose daily life is still best described by fairy tales.”

“Every child is a thought in the mind of God, and our task is to recognize this thought and help it toward completion.”anonymous. With unprecedented connectivity across the world and easy access to the worldly events, the child (all possible definitions) of today is facing an insurge of thoughts (all kinds) against convention from all planes and angles. What is he going to assimilate and synthesise?

The Child lives on seeking answers.

A Fairy tale life is simple. The answer is faith.

Faith makes all things possible, But love makes all things easy- anonymous philosopher.

Herewith I would like to add two very often used Biblical verses. Mark, 12:30, 31.

30’And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this [is] the first commandment.
31’ And the second [is] like, [namely] this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these .

It is not easy to understand these verses, and life. But simply put, lets try and love each other. If we cannot, lets not hate each other. We are blessed with lives.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

A layman’s take on “What is wrong with Roger?”

- He should not crouch while receiving a serve especially against top players like Nadal and Djokovic. I think they are purposefully prolonging the time they take to serve by bouncing the ball excessively. It keeps Federer in the crouched position for a few extra seconds every serve which eventually accumulates to a considerable amount of time leading to fatigue.

- Whenever a serve from the opponent goes long or is in the wrong court, Roger should try and hit the ball back in the other court as this will give him extra confidence of his hitting. He used to do that regularly during his peak prowess.

The power of a random sound and the art of growing up.

I heard something. The sound of the heavy fan that starts after 4 hrs of power cut late in the night or early in the morning in Allahabad.( AAIDU campus, A sprawling airy 4 bedded Room No:12, Old Hostel, 2003) There is happiness all around the sleeping hostel at the sound of the fan. The subconscious goes delirious. Every sleeping Aggie lets out a smile just like he did when he was an infant. Little does it know that the happiness is short lived. The agonising reduction in the intensity of the fan’s sound in a few moments suggested a power cut again. Subconsciously every heart crumbles and mumbles some (not so) pleasantries with darkness.

I heard something. The sound of a heavy fan that starts after 4 hrs of power cut late in the night or early in the morning in Allahabad. (AAIDU campus, a small, stinky, closed 2 bedded Room No: 100, New Hostel, 2007). Then supposedly, there was a power cut again, (I didn’t know). There was subdued derision of the obvious mishap, the power cut, the anopheles jazz, the smell of the sweaty achievements and the burden of the worldly existence. There was monotony, the monotony of silence and the monotony of calmness. The Aggies have now learnt to understand reality even in their sleep. Little does this event of power restoration matter to them. They have learnt to be happy in their subconscious minds and sleep on with angelic nonchalance come what trouble..

Friday, September 5, 2008

My friend!!

At this point, 12:30 in the dark night, I am searching for the proper emotions to emote. I am numb. I do not know how to react. His grace in unbelievably inexplicable and too much for my own comfort. It pleasantly suffocates me. He will make me understand his Love for me even when I am worthless for a glance at that luxury. He has taken me out of situations so grave that I can think of nothing but him and his ever forgiving nature. To mention his ever forgiving nature is an understatement. He has acted like an all-things granting genie for me in my life. For the uninitiated, he has bailed me out of every possible mishap in the most precarious of times and taught me to appreciate life. I have a feeling that he has spoon fed life to me. He has proven to me again today that, wherever I go and whichever path I decide to take, his love will always be there and he will only send me on journeys which I am well prepared. He has made me a king and let me live life King size. When He is with me, nobody can be against me.
If anyone is still wondering who I am talking about, it is my best friend, Lord Jesus Christ. ‘You are only as good as your friend’ is the age old adage. Nothing in this world can be a better example for an exception for this than me and him. Although there isn’t any jealousy involved from my side at his mighty position, I can do nothing but adore and take pride in my friend. I can’t thank him enough for all that he has done for me. His character makes me want to get up from my fall and be like him. I want to run and run shouting about him and his Love. He is the God. He is the almighty.

A few verses that kept me going in the past few days.

Psalm 79:11, 13.

Demonstrate your power by saving those condemned to die. For we people , the sheep of your pasture will thank you forever and ever, praising your greatness from generation to generation.

Psalm 80:15

Watch over and care for this vine that you yourself have planted. This son that you have raised for yourself.

Psalm 82:2

How long will you judges hand down unjust decisions? How long will you shower special favours on the wicked?
The reason why I write this blog is because , my results are out and my close friends would not want to believe this: I have a Master's degree in Science. It was an uncertainity till the moment the results were out.

Monday, September 1, 2008

One fine night

In this cold summer night in London at 2.0 AM in the morning, a thought crossed my mind. A random thought arising out of my boredom with foiled sleep attempts by factors dearest. I saw a portion of a park. Some place like Regents park. A wide ground on a full moon day but dark as it is in a park covered with gothic gargantuan trees. In the middle of it was a sleepy mansion surrounded with trees, which I associate with the peace and calm of the south Indian countryside. The weather outside in london tonight has been rather uncharacteristic with moderately heavy winds that sound to me like the coastal winds in the beaches of kanyakumari , my hometown and one of my highly argumentative idea of paradise. There in that cottage I saw light in a couple of rooms. This scenario which I associate with the conventional demand for light for survival. In the middle of the solitude and quietness, I saw no one yet I think I fathom seeing a few figures. A flash of happiness lashed my mind. I felt good. I have the inkling that I have seen this scenario many a number of times. Vaguely in my memory, I can recollect dreaming about it in my childhood.