The moon and the mind

Philosophy is of the mind. Beauty is when you are a lunatic; when one loses his mind, when there is no me. Do look at the moon today and lose your mind.

First time

The other day a friend asked me: Can you look at the world as though you are seeing it for the first time, hearing its sounds and sensing its smells for the first time? Like the newborn opening up its five senses to its surroundings? Without searching for words in one language or the other to represent what you see, hear, smell, taste or experience by sense of touch so that you can store it up in your memory? Without naming anything to reduce the real into symbols? Allowing the whole of it to flood into you? Just try it. Its a wonderful experience.

Saw this post on one of the comments on my uncles poem. Find it perfect today, everyday...

Road trip-Bangalore

Topple and rumble, spine o mine

Dust and filth, eyes o mine

Rattle and honk, ears o mine

Wobble like a drunkard

Body o mine

Life

Corpse in flowers, aboard a truck,
Drums blazing and crackers resonate
Death and mirth, holding hands.

- Saw a truck loaded with flowers and men surrounding a corpse. The entire Indranagar(100ft road) was forced to witness this huge celebration.

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