Floss

(It’s about those junctures at times, where I am stranded to look straight into those endearing eyes, and nothing more, about just that.)

I would peek into them and would gaze unto you, but because they seem slaughtering, I am only chicken to make moves. Resting on rue and awkwardness are my gestures then. The tranquility in them pesters and destructs, more than violence ever would even in most vigorous of its forms. With a battered organ and cherry feelings, I may buy you a coffee, but I am afflicted much ahead of any further course.

Formulation of you in the mind requires only an easy imagination and discounted creativity. Much of it gives me an excruciating time between those sentences in my academic readings, and also ruins my food. I gobble without ponder and consideration. I coarsely feel that if there’s ever a guy who genuinely likes you, and the guy is not me, there’s little point in my existence.

You make me like me, from your likeability; while walking on those tiles in around midnight and while sipping some alcohol and so much more while aloof. This new matrix is of course the better world for my living for any contrary mannerisms hereafter would suggest mammoth absurdity. Fragrance of love has in it almost everything. My inhibitions stare at you, and please do not budge. For those eyes are spilling with delight, and for those lips are harmony, for rejoice on your face is beam. Existentialism is grossly accounted for. If I may say your prettiness in a cliché manner directly and with similes like this, I could just blabber indefinitely. However even an ounce of confession would transpire that, whenever done, He seemed to have His ways well in place. To utter the least, He did terribly well. So much of symmetry in you validates a gigantic lot.

Smell you later…chicken.

IS the world designed for Black?

The ugly ways of God, those intermingled in the scheme of this world makes this whole story quite uncalled for. For life exists, and has very many justifications for the way it is, we put up. This consciousness in human beings, however, when looks at itself, finds the concept of creation/ a start/a point so battered and caressed and what is ongoing so indulging that the inquiry, whenever, becomes a redundant venture.
And then when we utter about attainment of truth, even when all of them add up to one big lie, its only an irony . Its mostly love that still makes you feel that earth is perhaps a justified ball, however this all must stop for a while, explain itself and then itch ahead.
In that one can only conjure what is known, and by the logics learnt here, everything is in error, everything unaccounted for. The logic created within is applied outwards, to higher and above, for one who created LOGIC is also recognised by only LOGIC. This absurdity attributes an identity to the creator.
Uncertainty commands mammoth respect for what is incomprehensible is as much unconquerable. So after all what humans do conquer, the residue becomes the lame concept of God. What provokes people to believe and so much into it that God is only good is perhaps, their only anticipation that what shall happen to them should be only good. Ideas for the self carve the concept of God and that he is only likeable; and that all of it is a fight to prevent bad things, when it may be the otherwise, that all happiness is only to invite the black. This becomes rather understandable in light of the ultimate event of death, which is but only a manifestation of black.

Thoughts, all over the place

o Rest of my life is only an attempt to distract myself from you. A part of me travelled into you that day. Rest of me tells that it might not trace its way back ever. That still I take this exercise is only because it brings sweetness of you with it and that is why I don’t complain.


o There’s little that I would do otherwise in those moments. They seem strangely stale from now on. That they’ll pass is the only appreciable trait they have. They are hollow as bubbles and yet heavy.
o Why did God create Human beings? Perhaps He could not think of better stuff. This is His best I guess. Much because He is creating nothing new. This monopoly tells us that He’s done with what He could.

o I am a product of God. His skills come out in me. Flaws of mine are His too.
o Ok I exist. But why do I owe it on Him? This is not done. He too like so much in our case is trying to find His reason of existence.
o Is a secondary thought not natural? I mean if I am not being my obvious self or faking it up, isn’t it natural too? For how on earth, under the Sun any formulation would be unnatural.
o People care more about other’s opinion about themselves rather than one’s own opinion about self. There, right there, unintelligence barges in and the approach is distorted.

o About the Game.
Akin to a situation of a middle order batsman in the game of cricket is life. A score is already there when you are sent in. From here on you got to bat, the difference though is in not knowing who created the Game or the Ground. If you happen to inquire, you will be dismissed as a philosopher until you are good enough to do only that-a job like that of a commentator. People in your team like you only if you play well, however if you outplay them, you’ll only sow the seeds of jealousy. Nonetheless, you have to bat, your coach is looking up to you, for even he does not know who created the Ground or the Game. Perhaps, the inquiry is irrelevant, because it only helps you to justify your dismal performance, whenever it happens. Or as they say philosophy is good, it helps you keep happy during a death breakdown!

A Pondering Detenu

Although, when even this piece might contribute to so much of what King Khan is perhaps endeavoring to cook up, I am influenced to appreciate his ventures. And just when one might think that the other one was God at marketing his films, the duskier proves better and how. The magnitude of stardom determines the ill gotten strategies.
Its alright if the one who might to and fro almost on a daily basis abroad can get stuck up just weeks before his film is about to be floated and years after 9/11 but that the title of the movie is also the 2 hour story that was weaved makes me emotionally filled about our citizenry which is now only feeding on controversies. When all that is faked up is blurted upon most of the news carrying vehicles there are. Are we eating controversies now? And not even spilling out the shit, if we are, on the heinous mannerisms that dictate earning bread and butter for the most coveted in the country?

Lets not talk about the Hrithik affair, neither the kamina affair, this one engulfs whole another country and stretches to racial profiling and the star has off late uttered something about Jews. Perhaps, the movie is not well carved that such far fetched efforts have to be pulled in. It’s a regular story. Ordinariliness still clings to the Indian Film Industry.

When even US officials deny all what is projected and instead of the August 15 celebrations the news channels air all through the deep agony of the star for being security checked and side track the men who secure the borders embarrasses a genuine Indian citizen.

Assuming arguendo, the August 15 detention of the star to be utmost true, there’s still only little reason to make such fuss. There have been instances of top notch stars assuming grey colors and not just on the silver screen. If a citizen lesser known is subjected to all the check, a more influential person might as well be. The good will come out clean. We owe these checks. We owe them big time over entire earth. To each nation and back to us. But it would be better if they squeezed more content into movies than squeezing in cheesy goof ups days before the release.

How is it not human to be not human?

A thing is devilish because most of devils do devislish stuff, 'brave like a lion' is because all lions are, but i do not understand it with the term 'human values', majority in humans do not do what is regarded as 'being human'. It is in fact only the expectation of 'being human' from each other that explains the term; for otherwise humans are most human in being inhuman!

It is the selfish nature of men that wants and makes us assume that the other shall do only good to us and therefore to brand such conduct as 'human'. But 'human' values is usually only contemplation, it does not take from the inherent nature of a human, which is more prone to do sin( ironically those acts are christened as 'inhuman').

Are the dictionaries too ordinary? 

How is it not human to be not human?

A human cannot do what is not human; alternatively, whatever he does is human; an act is so because a human does it, not because he chose to do the act. In the process if there is some unpleasant activity on her/his part it is only erroneous to regard it as inhuman. The creator wants it to exist. When He could have easily dispensed with unpleasant conduct, He chose to retain it.

The idea could have been better

The concept of God has taught me much, perhaps way more than He Himself could. I am always indulged in figuring out all the palpable questions about Earth, people, feelings and the related.
Let us get to the idea. God is supposed to posses the proprietorship over all of the above. Simply because He took initiative. He manufactured each of us in His factory. You, me and each human, all are first hand product of His. Our flaws tell His skill. And obviously the high points too. But it is the flaws that confuse me. They certainly evidence few imperative limitations which must have existed, rendering the manufacturing process to suffer with irregularities making the end product a little undesirable. In the process, however humans were carved out. And it keeps on. The produce is also suffering with monotony in that the similar beings with no effective differences are sent over perennially. But the attribution of “free will” to humans seems to me the most amazing feature of this first hand product of God, which could well be the compensation for not being consulted when sent over to earth. The annexed obligations to the free will, however again negate its benefit. Nevertheless, this free will enables us to put up like everybody else, easily ignoring the manufacturer, and to die overlooking Him. The expiry date of the product always justifies itself. The manufacturer is overcautious of not letting Earth being polluted and battered by expired bastards. So the product decomposes, by a quick automatic self destruction mechanism which reaches zero. And that is how it goes on by going off. The “idea” is interesting, but does not seem to be great. Perhaps, so much labour in materialising the aforementioned discounted some required intelligence on His part and that is where we suffer. And that is where He is elated. If He’s not then it does not make sense. And if that does not matter, then why are we trying to make it?