Respect out of fear

A veteran actor passes away in Bangalore and the city wakes up, on a cold winter morning, with the chilling memories of loot and arson of another actor 3 years ago. As one passes the streets one can see pictures of the actor on windowpanes of cars, rickshaws, infront of temple, factory walls and gates. As our cab entered our office there were pictures with garlands infront of the building. Vortex of fear, hidden under the crest of reverence filled the air


One is forced to think, feeling of respect is superficial and lacks depth of all the emotions. The respect that we carry for our leaders, whether in corporate, political or religion, is never out of a deep feeling of love. It is always about the power that translates to the pain he/she can inflict if one is casual with him/her. Or it is about money which when translated becomes fear of losing ones share. The person with flesh, blood and bone is of little significance unless he masquerades himself with fame, power and riches. A grim countenance replaces the otherwise baby face.

Anushka

To my sweet heart

They say a man with a message of love was born today

Crucified atop a mountain by the world

No one understood his words but few, who felt

The least what the world will give you

Will be the most you ever know

Look around with the same freshness you are seeing now

With the same naive eyes

What you feel is what you really are.

Nocturnal conversation

Snore "Grrr", snort "Phew"

Snore "Grrr", snort "Phew"

Wife and kid

Nocturnal conversation

Alien sighting

"Glory in the name of God and Country"
Sword in his hand and belief in his head
Alien sighted, prying.

Saw a politician fighting against the division of his country to protect his vested interest. Ideas are sharper than swords, both having an intrinsic nature of division. The idea of God and country made a lot of sense till a year back. It sounds like alien these days. The problems of humanity on the other side of line is not all that different from here.

Random!!!

Mans relation to any thing, object or person is his relation to his own ideas
Speculation in market, an act of disturbed mind is what we call progress today
Laws to thwart only helped spring crime in new forms, like a ball bouncing in a different direction from its normal course
"We cant resolve world hunger" The very excuse why man wouldnt act
Take your own time, for there is no such thing

Sound of Silence

Rustle of the leaves
Water splashing
The roar of waves
Birds Chirping
The very silence man seeks.

Suicide Note

Leave a note will you?

Tell me how its been

An e-mail or blog would do

An old fashioned letter should suit

Paint it on a wall

Say it in Pictures

About how the world treated you

Instincts thrown to dungeons

Opinions became bars

Dogmas became shackles

Your suicide note

3 grants

3 Grants with my heart full of prayer
and 3 for the heartless souls.

-Split 6K equally between cops (after a lot of deliberation) and a freind (no thought given). Money makes sense only when it is spend spontaneously.

"Dust in the wind"

Alexander, Nepoleon, Tipu, Pazhassi

E is m and c square they say

Heroes and formulas all the way

"Kansas" said "Dust in the wind"

How much does it matter to know

Counting money in millions for Larry

Is what's feeding my baby today

Third Spin

Wondering
How the Stupid sees:
They call it the East
When it could as well be the West.
For the Sun doesn't move, or does it?
Is it the Earth going down or the Sun coming up?
Isn't there contradiction in the concept
The Sun rises in the East and the Earth revolves round the Sun?
Isn't there a contradiction in calling one Stupid and another Wise?
Humans' third spin around Sun

Vanity

World is littered with
The vain man's humility,
Poor man's vanity.

Watching wall

Patterns on walls enlightened by light

disorder forming patterns

order to a drunkard

Extra ordinary is watching and observing

For intelligence sproouts in the moment

True Discipline

Time is what but eternal,

Man invents sharps and dots

Ask a bird but it rises naturally

For it knows no discipline but the rays of sun