Monday, October 1, 2007

The crow was barking and other stupidities....

>Sunday comes after Monday. Yes, Ofcourse. With 5 days in between.

>The night was long,the day was short and hence were never seen together.

>The crow was barking. The dog did not mind.

>The 'Wall' said Ouch! It was getting screwed.

>Yellow Grass and the Purple Mango.A beautiful Painting!

>A slave for the first time dreamt. Dreamt that night,that he was free. He felt happy the next day. He was free to dream!!

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

What Crap !!

Just thinking (Abhijit Bhave thinks !), what to write. I dont know , why am i saying this. Because, if i dont know what to write, why am i forcing myself to write. Whats the catch?? Am here to find it out. I think its to make up an image for yourself.The way you want it to be. And thats what i plan to do. And i guess, thats what i have been doing. Why am i writing it here and not in my personal diary? With every passing day am i getting insecure and wondering about the significance of my existence on this planet? I think so.I think writing anything down gives a sense of solidity and permanence. Writing here helps or atleast gives a feeling that its going to help. Helps to make a space for yourself.Even if it just e-space.Permanence. Yes, each passing moment seems ungraspable. Permanence can only be brought with the help of friends , relationships, memories... and blogs!!
Now that i am clear as to why am i writing, the next thing would be to write something.
I guess i have written enough.
What crap !!!!

Monday, September 10, 2007

The Green Leaf...

The old man was mumbling at night. He was talking about the green leaf.Thats how i got the title of this blog. And the write-up too. Yes, the green leaf seemed to have fascinated him to no end. But , his end was near. So, he could not take the confusion any longer. And since he was too sleepy in the day to think, he did it in the night when he would dream about the leaf. And in his dreams , he would always be awake. That was a great help.
He knew the tree, its every branch , every twig.. and ofcourse the green leaf. Well, all the other leaves were green as well... ,but i guess they are all different from each other too.It was at the end of the branch and seemed to enjoy the solitude. If you saw from a certain angle,then you always thought that the leaf was ready to jump. Dive into a pool or do Bungee jumping.Almost as if waiting for something to happen that would make it jump. Thats why the old man never went near it.In fact i have never seen him going out of his room.
Yes.. coming back to the old man's mumbling.
He kept mumbling something and i could not hear a word of it. But i always imagined it was about green leaf that i told you about.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

On the NAtional Highway...

There are three things that i want to warn you before you would want to begin your journey on the national highway.The first thing is that national highways are dangerous.The second thing is that they are national.And the third thing is that you are actually reading this.Anyways, the whole point of living your life till death is zilch.Hence, once you realize that there is no point in living, then why as well not travel. Travel is the best way to move.So i say.
So that sunny morning, when it was raining and there were dark clouds all over the place.. i decided that i should be carrying an umbrella. And the umbrella thought the same. And so we became friends. Me and the umbrella. We were just friends. But then it started to rain heavily and hence i had to use my friend. A friend in need is a friend indeed.
So, it was raining on the national highway and i was using my friend so that i could remain dry and my friend could get wet. We both were happy by this deal.
We were walking on the highway and talking to each other. But the problem was that my friend could not talk. Because my friend was an umbrella.

When the sun burnt..

Crazy soul under the window lay till the shades of desire grew dull with pain and asked the sun whether it was going to keep awake all night long. But the dungeons of fire did not seek any glory from the king of wisdom and hence the desire to unravel the skepticism was not met with great acceptance.But the suchness of the events made the tired soul grow weary of darkness of light such that hypothermic reactions ceased that moment to fly kites of freedom on the outskirts of the city.It was no pleasure at all.Only the brightest minds could grasp the enormity of the conditioning of the human minds.BUt the myriad walls of great paintings had to be torn down to elevate the problems of the nervous trees in the ochard of the apple trees. But the fruits had no interest to ripe and no enthusiasm to live further.And they lived happily ever after.

Friday, July 6, 2007

She slept..

It was the third class compartment.No, actually it was the first class. Actually, it doesnt matter.She slept. And when you are asleep,its just perfect.You dont exist.You would not even have time to wake up even if somebody shot you.

Ofcourse,nobody would have thought of shooting the girl.Except with a camera.:-)

To be continued...

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Just Cant believe this..

Wow..
Here i am in the office and blogging..
Never thought , i would be able to do this.With the policies of the company and restriction on site access.
But then, hats off to google. Have been able to access this without getting caught by the Web Sense.
Hmm.. I now have a reason to stay back. Stay back longer ... ofcourse.


Now only one more thing could make me happier, if somone read this. :-)

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Sunny Beaches and a girl called Maggie Magpie..


I noticed her as she was climbing up the stairs.She was lost in thought.But probably,she knew where she was going.Thats something, i always admire the human body for. Mind is engrossed some place else,but the subconscious handles things alright.Wonderful.


Well, she kept on walking.She kept at it, until there were no more stairs to climb.

The sunny beaches kept calling her.But she was engrossed.She reminded me of the girl from one one of Milan Kundera's novel.


i dont remember,where i was all the time.Probably, i was lost myself.


The daffodils said something to me.


They were probably complaining about the sun flowers.



Haikus for No one


Just when i felt the grass,
i felt something.
The grass.

Well, technically, not a Haiku.
But Lets try more.

Since the day i have met you.
I met somebody else too.
Your sister.

Hmm...
these are not haikus..

The sun was still,
the earth still too.
God had the proper shutter speed settings.


Two people on the run.
One was serious , the other did it for fun.
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Past tense of Shit is Shat????

To whom am i writing this to?Anyways,feels nice to have something of your own and secretly hope that people would read this and post comments.Cant help the ego.

If there were two,
and i was one in the loo..
What would happen to the one,
who has nothing to prove.

Insanity is contagious.Feel like writing such more.
I obvioulsy would.

Since the time of the prince,
And the sweeper of the Kingdom.
I saw many tress flee...
Was it boredom..??

yes,
it rhymes.

:-)