The earth vibrates. I hold my breath in, and walk ahead. It's a beautiful country. White as pureness. Yet there's the blackness, right from the deepest corners of hell, the darkest secrets of death.
I walk. The road is straight. Long.. so long it runs till infinity. Dark, such that it blinds you. And yet there's an end to the road. The bosom of darkness. The place where angels live. Angels of darkness. Dark angels. I walk to them, and they captivate me. I don't see them. I feel them. I hear them. Their whispers, so silent, so loud. Louder and louder. Quieter and quieter. They chant now. Bold, yet soft. Beautiful chants that steal you. They steal you away from this road, away from this planet, away from this universe. Off to darkness, off to silence. That's where they take you. Those beautiful chants.
My mind rushes back now, exhilarated by the thought. The road is there, long and dark. And there at the end loom the dark angels. I walk...
I hear whispers behind me. Silent, yet loud. They're far, but getting closer. I walk. I estimates the number of steps left for me to turn from this road. From this dark road, where people have thoughts like mine. Thoughts such that no one walks beside me. It's me. And the darkness. Silence always prevails.
Three hundred steps, and I will turn... The whispers get louder, and the number gets softer. Smaller. .. Eighty seven steps, and the whispers crawl down the road. They crawl up my neck, up my head. I run. I run for the relief, for my turn...
Thirteen steps, and the whispers stop. My mind is confused...
I walk, till there remain seven. I turn. The whispers spring up, turning slowly into chants. Bold, yet soft. Beautiful as the silence they spring from, yet dark as their utterers. The chants swirl around me. They capture the air, my head, my thoughts. They scream at me. I walk on their way. The way to darkness. The haven for dark angels. I walk. It angers them. They swirl around me, chanting, louder and louder. A sharp stab, and the chants flow in me... the chants.. the darkness... the silence.... And i see dark angels...
I smile... and the chants go on...
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
We never had to take any of it seriously, did we?
It's funny. One twist in the tale, one turn in the road.. that's all it takes. To take you from nothing to something. Or something to nothing. Anything to anything. Nothing is... nothing. Everything is something.. a nobody is somebody. The existence, or belief in it, is allt hat's required to make it "somebody" and "something".
You can cancel things. You plan things. You don't know somethings. You know all the things that you know. What about the things that you knwo that you don't know? Or the things that you don't even know that you don't know. Now don't start thinking of things about which you don't know that you don't know, because you DON'T. Period. If you'd known that you don't know those things, they wouldn't belong to the cateogary of things about which you don't even know you don't know. Are you confused already? It's all right if you are. Or maybe not. No one can decide it. Only you can. So there you go. Actually maybe you can't even decide that. But I guess I can't do that either for you.... Ok I'm going to stop now.
One thing confuses me. People talk about the "Law of Nature". I wonder... who decided it? Laws of nature, like any other laws, had to be rationally, or even irrationally(it doesn't matter), decided and laid out by someone. So who is the "someone" who decided these? Adam and Eve? God? How does one know if Adam and Eve even actually existed. It might just be a fable or tale told by someone. Few centuries down the line, maybe someone finds a copy of Harry Potter and thinks "Wow, this is what they were like a few centuries ago.".. Maybe that is exactly what we do in cases like the Ramayan. I'm not saying it isn't a true story. I'm suggesting that it might not. It might just be the idle, or even not-so-idle, creativity of a man, which was taken slightly too seriously by a man, or men, and thus turned into a sort of religious book, also giving birth to one of the forms of the Hindu God... Possible, isn't it?
God. god. Why is it that the latter isn't accepted? And is man really so adamant that he cannot handle life on his own, achieve everything himself, and take full responsibility himself, that he needs to find a higher, pseudo-perosnality to do this for him? Is he so very scared of his own potential that he passes it all onto an unknown, and probably inexistent entity? Why the fear? Do you not have the strength, the power, to control it yourself? To use it yourself? Or are you so scared that you will waste your potential that you pass it onto that "form" to utilise, so that even if it goes for a waste, its "god's" fault, not yours. Face it. Have the courage. He does not exist. You do. So act like it. Don't leave it all to him. He won't find you a job. He won't marry your love. He won't feed you. All he does is... wait, where'd the "he" come from? I mean, all the "illusion" does is let you lead a half-life. The life of a second-hander. A pity. That's what it is. Not to force my opinions onto you, of course. But why be a second-hander when you can be a deserver? A deserver. Yes. That's the word. And that's what, according to me, one should be. Somebody. A somebody, a human, in the highest, most beautiful, most possible meaning, the entire meaning, of the word. Human. Not somebody who cries, wiles his life away, entirely dependant on something that possible does not exist, which might even disqualify it as being "something". No. A deserver. If you are one, you understand it. You create. You can, and you do, if the cause be worthy. If you are not, you're probably not interested in this anymore.
Perhaps my opinions are a slight brainwash. A worthy brainwash. All due to an introduction to Ayn Rand at an alarmingly naive age. Perhaps... But it doesn't matter. It's a wonderful rationality. A brilliant logic, that makes so much sense. Maybe not ENTIRE sense. But a lot of it.
The clock displays the time now. Way past my bed-time. I know who lay down the law for that, unlike the one who tried to lay it down for the existence of my entire life. Though I'm guessing it's me. The rest of me that exists in the many realms of me still unexplored. And I sleep now. Off to dreams... a world of its unknown. A slight part of the unexplored realms.
Lyrics of God-John lennon, as a leaving present. Maybe a slight incentive for having read this post. :P
God is a Concept by whichwe measure our pain
I'll say it again
God is a Concept by whichwe measure our pain
I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in Tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in Kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me...and that reality
The dream is over
What can I say?
the Dream is Over
YesterdayI was the Dreamweaver
But now I'm rebornI was the Walrus
But now I'm John
and so dear friends
you'll just have to carry on
The Dream is over
P.S. Guess he arrived at a similar conclusion as mine... long beofre I did. But I did not steal it off him. :P
You can cancel things. You plan things. You don't know somethings. You know all the things that you know. What about the things that you knwo that you don't know? Or the things that you don't even know that you don't know. Now don't start thinking of things about which you don't know that you don't know, because you DON'T. Period. If you'd known that you don't know those things, they wouldn't belong to the cateogary of things about which you don't even know you don't know. Are you confused already? It's all right if you are. Or maybe not. No one can decide it. Only you can. So there you go. Actually maybe you can't even decide that. But I guess I can't do that either for you.... Ok I'm going to stop now.
One thing confuses me. People talk about the "Law of Nature". I wonder... who decided it? Laws of nature, like any other laws, had to be rationally, or even irrationally(it doesn't matter), decided and laid out by someone. So who is the "someone" who decided these? Adam and Eve? God? How does one know if Adam and Eve even actually existed. It might just be a fable or tale told by someone. Few centuries down the line, maybe someone finds a copy of Harry Potter and thinks "Wow, this is what they were like a few centuries ago.".. Maybe that is exactly what we do in cases like the Ramayan. I'm not saying it isn't a true story. I'm suggesting that it might not. It might just be the idle, or even not-so-idle, creativity of a man, which was taken slightly too seriously by a man, or men, and thus turned into a sort of religious book, also giving birth to one of the forms of the Hindu God... Possible, isn't it?
God. god. Why is it that the latter isn't accepted? And is man really so adamant that he cannot handle life on his own, achieve everything himself, and take full responsibility himself, that he needs to find a higher, pseudo-perosnality to do this for him? Is he so very scared of his own potential that he passes it all onto an unknown, and probably inexistent entity? Why the fear? Do you not have the strength, the power, to control it yourself? To use it yourself? Or are you so scared that you will waste your potential that you pass it onto that "form" to utilise, so that even if it goes for a waste, its "god's" fault, not yours. Face it. Have the courage. He does not exist. You do. So act like it. Don't leave it all to him. He won't find you a job. He won't marry your love. He won't feed you. All he does is... wait, where'd the "he" come from? I mean, all the "illusion" does is let you lead a half-life. The life of a second-hander. A pity. That's what it is. Not to force my opinions onto you, of course. But why be a second-hander when you can be a deserver? A deserver. Yes. That's the word. And that's what, according to me, one should be. Somebody. A somebody, a human, in the highest, most beautiful, most possible meaning, the entire meaning, of the word. Human. Not somebody who cries, wiles his life away, entirely dependant on something that possible does not exist, which might even disqualify it as being "something". No. A deserver. If you are one, you understand it. You create. You can, and you do, if the cause be worthy. If you are not, you're probably not interested in this anymore.
Perhaps my opinions are a slight brainwash. A worthy brainwash. All due to an introduction to Ayn Rand at an alarmingly naive age. Perhaps... But it doesn't matter. It's a wonderful rationality. A brilliant logic, that makes so much sense. Maybe not ENTIRE sense. But a lot of it.
The clock displays the time now. Way past my bed-time. I know who lay down the law for that, unlike the one who tried to lay it down for the existence of my entire life. Though I'm guessing it's me. The rest of me that exists in the many realms of me still unexplored. And I sleep now. Off to dreams... a world of its unknown. A slight part of the unexplored realms.
Lyrics of God-John lennon, as a leaving present. Maybe a slight incentive for having read this post. :P
God is a Concept by whichwe measure our pain
I'll say it again
God is a Concept by whichwe measure our pain
I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in Tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in Kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me...and that reality
The dream is over
What can I say?
the Dream is Over
YesterdayI was the Dreamweaver
But now I'm rebornI was the Walrus
But now I'm John
and so dear friends
you'll just have to carry on
The Dream is over
P.S. Guess he arrived at a similar conclusion as mine... long beofre I did. But I did not steal it off him. :P
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I recently read one of the best blogs ever written. In front of it, I feel mine is stupid and seems to be present with an intention of showing off more than writing a blog. This blog belonged... mind the past tense... to one of the most unique, different people i know. Actually i can't say i knew him because i never really got a chance to meet him. Aseem Bhai. That's who he was. Past tense. He was "is" till 26th december. That was before an act of bravery drowned him. Literally. All it was was a time of relaxation and fun. A short vacation with friends. Friends. That's what killed him. But you can't blame them. You can't blame anyone. You don't have to blame anyone. But isn't it so much easier to do so? "Yes, this is all God's doing", and there. So easily said and done. A load offf your shoulder. Another load on his. So easy to blame everything on the so-called higher being, so-called God. Someone or something that might, or might not, exist. You know this, yet you don't care.
Anyway, back to Aseem Bhai. I never knew him personally and hearing about his death did nothing to me. I was shocked, but that summed up all my emotions. People cried around me, and I went on normally. Then i turned on my PC, and there was a Word document titled "AseemBhai." Curiousity naturally got the better of me, thus leading me to open it. I began my journey into a different world. The world of a unique person, a different person. A person who knew it, and instead of being scared about it, appreciated it, as rightly should be done. I reached around the twentieth post, and everything went blurry. The tears filled up my eyes. It was regret and sadness, that a person such as him should die. There are few poeple like him in the world. The excitement at the beginning of the blog, now replaced with indignance. It was all now dead. His words lvied on, but only the old ones now. No new utterances, no new observations. And i sighed. Why is everything os unfair? If there exists this God, why do al the great people.... Mozart, Da Vinci, Lennon, Morrison, Monroe, Kennedy, Lincoln, Kurt Cobain, AseemBhai(yes he belongs here), why are they the ones to die early? Why not the mediocres, the undeservers, who waste away their lives, all in misery and pity. Who produce nothing, create nothing, accomplish nothing, and are proud to be so. He shrugged. He shrugs. That's the thing. He makes them shrug.
This is what he discovered.... and what he knew.....
Life is not a dress rehersal.
If you do not have self esteem, noone will give it to you.
We hear what we want to hear and not what is being said.We view everyone not they way they are but the way we are.
It isn't never, it's just long periods of not yet.
The only limitations a person has are the ones self imposed.
The hope of anybody's entire future lies in three words ...I CAN DO
Yes this is him. He wrote these words. And even if he did not, he recognised the great truths int hem.
I'm not trying to convince you that he was a great guy. Nor am i trying to convince you about the unfairness of life. All I'm here to do is write. And writing I am.
This is him....
I am Aseem
I Live in Chandigarh (Mohali to be exact - same difference).
I am 20 years young
I'm a Cancerian
I'm a non vegetarian
I Write songs
I maintain a secret diary
I dont believe in the term "best friend". How do ppl manage to choose amongst their friends?
I love myself
I really do
I've never been in love
I've been proposed by both genders multiple times
I've never proposed to anyone (atleast until now!)
I'm single ( this might change though)
I hope to kiss a girl someday, I really do.
I can moonwalk (my only worthwhile achievement so far!!!)
I dont hack anything anymore.
I can eat a lot
I'm listening to Yesterday - The Beatles
I hate cheaptalkI
can easily devour 16 chappatis in one sitting. (I've gone upto 28).
I've been bitten by a snake (Cool!)
I've had fever measuring 107.5 degrees(approx)
I've tasted Merury
I've tasted hydrochloric acid
I've tasted almost all conceivable types of hard drinks. (I dont drink though).
I've played a socer match with 105 degrees as my body temperature.
I've seen my body turn blue in colour.
I lve rain
I love observing people
I rarely share these observations though
I'm weird
I'm at my creative best when nobody's watching
I live in my own private paradise
My life has been 85% failures and 15 % successes and I owe everything I am to that 85%.
I am perfect the way I am. Everybody is. Nobody realises it.
I can be a pessimist at times but it's one of the surest ways to improve yourself
I love computer related stuff
I love wasting time.
I rarely get bored.I enjoy being alone.
Itake time to make friends.
Inderpreet Kaur is the only female friend I've ever had.
Don't expect me to name my male friends now.
I've never had a friendship gone sour.
I like females who smell nice
I hate males who smell
I'm one of the best in the world when it comes to not letting my feelings surface.
I can be extremely shy at times.
I can be extremely forthcoming at times.
I love inspiration.
Nobody really knows who I am
That excludes me.
I love pleasant surprises.
I hate pseudomacho males. (believe me they are numerous).
I'm not goody 2 shoes
I believe men must conduct themselves properly (atleast) in front of females.
I believe fashion is the most ridiculous creation of the human mind
I believe 'right' and 'wrong' depend on your perception.
I believe I've written enough for one night.
That's him for you.
He's one fo the few people who understands some things i know and i appreciate and does the same. Silence. The beauty, the sound of silence. Have you ever appreciated it? I have. And he had. He was one of the few.
Monday, February 27, 2006
The Sound of Silence
Silence is undoubtedly one of the most potent tools known to mankind. Pity, then, that most of us choose to run away from it. Why is silence so uncomfortable to almost all of us? Why is it percieved as a sign of some sort of disturbance?Today was an unusually 'quiet' day for me spent mostly engaging myself on thoughts on various subjects. During the duration of these thoughts, whih consumed the better part of the day, I was asked by atleast six people questions to the effect of Aseem, tu itna chup kyun hai? Koi problem hai? Itna dukhi kyun hai?I would have loved to reply back but what would I have said? Only someone who has had this experience first hand can have an idea of the power that silence holds. It is one of the greatest teachers I have ever had. Something that has never failed me. That I can seek respite in whenever required.Nobody understands that. Maybe because nobody can fathom that.I know this may sound weird to most, or maybe even all, of you but that's me for you. Weird. And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.GoodnightA.G
Now I would love to delve into my thoguhts, meet silence my old friend. Listen to the Sound of Silence-Simon and Garfunkel.
And here we depart and go our own ways.
Anyway, back to Aseem Bhai. I never knew him personally and hearing about his death did nothing to me. I was shocked, but that summed up all my emotions. People cried around me, and I went on normally. Then i turned on my PC, and there was a Word document titled "AseemBhai." Curiousity naturally got the better of me, thus leading me to open it. I began my journey into a different world. The world of a unique person, a different person. A person who knew it, and instead of being scared about it, appreciated it, as rightly should be done. I reached around the twentieth post, and everything went blurry. The tears filled up my eyes. It was regret and sadness, that a person such as him should die. There are few poeple like him in the world. The excitement at the beginning of the blog, now replaced with indignance. It was all now dead. His words lvied on, but only the old ones now. No new utterances, no new observations. And i sighed. Why is everything os unfair? If there exists this God, why do al the great people.... Mozart, Da Vinci, Lennon, Morrison, Monroe, Kennedy, Lincoln, Kurt Cobain, AseemBhai(yes he belongs here), why are they the ones to die early? Why not the mediocres, the undeservers, who waste away their lives, all in misery and pity. Who produce nothing, create nothing, accomplish nothing, and are proud to be so. He shrugged. He shrugs. That's the thing. He makes them shrug.
This is what he discovered.... and what he knew.....
Life is not a dress rehersal.
If you do not have self esteem, noone will give it to you.
We hear what we want to hear and not what is being said.We view everyone not they way they are but the way we are.
It isn't never, it's just long periods of not yet.
The only limitations a person has are the ones self imposed.
The hope of anybody's entire future lies in three words ...I CAN DO
Yes this is him. He wrote these words. And even if he did not, he recognised the great truths int hem.
I'm not trying to convince you that he was a great guy. Nor am i trying to convince you about the unfairness of life. All I'm here to do is write. And writing I am.
This is him....
I am Aseem
I Live in Chandigarh (Mohali to be exact - same difference).
I am 20 years young
I'm a Cancerian
I'm a non vegetarian
I Write songs
I maintain a secret diary
I dont believe in the term "best friend". How do ppl manage to choose amongst their friends?
I love myself
I really do
I've never been in love
I've been proposed by both genders multiple times
I've never proposed to anyone (atleast until now!)
I'm single ( this might change though)
I hope to kiss a girl someday, I really do.
I can moonwalk (my only worthwhile achievement so far!!!)
I dont hack anything anymore.
I can eat a lot
I'm listening to Yesterday - The Beatles
I hate cheaptalkI
can easily devour 16 chappatis in one sitting. (I've gone upto 28).
I've been bitten by a snake (Cool!)
I've had fever measuring 107.5 degrees(approx)
I've tasted Merury
I've tasted hydrochloric acid
I've tasted almost all conceivable types of hard drinks. (I dont drink though).
I've played a socer match with 105 degrees as my body temperature.
I've seen my body turn blue in colour.
I lve rain
I love observing people
I rarely share these observations though
I'm weird
I'm at my creative best when nobody's watching
I live in my own private paradise
My life has been 85% failures and 15 % successes and I owe everything I am to that 85%.
I am perfect the way I am. Everybody is. Nobody realises it.
I can be a pessimist at times but it's one of the surest ways to improve yourself
I love computer related stuff
I love wasting time.
I rarely get bored.I enjoy being alone.
Itake time to make friends.
Inderpreet Kaur is the only female friend I've ever had.
Don't expect me to name my male friends now.
I've never had a friendship gone sour.
I like females who smell nice
I hate males who smell
I'm one of the best in the world when it comes to not letting my feelings surface.
I can be extremely shy at times.
I can be extremely forthcoming at times.
I love inspiration.
Nobody really knows who I am
That excludes me.
I love pleasant surprises.
I hate pseudomacho males. (believe me they are numerous).
I'm not goody 2 shoes
I believe men must conduct themselves properly (atleast) in front of females.
I believe fashion is the most ridiculous creation of the human mind
I believe 'right' and 'wrong' depend on your perception.
I believe I've written enough for one night.
That's him for you.
He's one fo the few people who understands some things i know and i appreciate and does the same. Silence. The beauty, the sound of silence. Have you ever appreciated it? I have. And he had. He was one of the few.
Monday, February 27, 2006
The Sound of Silence
Silence is undoubtedly one of the most potent tools known to mankind. Pity, then, that most of us choose to run away from it. Why is silence so uncomfortable to almost all of us? Why is it percieved as a sign of some sort of disturbance?Today was an unusually 'quiet' day for me spent mostly engaging myself on thoughts on various subjects. During the duration of these thoughts, whih consumed the better part of the day, I was asked by atleast six people questions to the effect of Aseem, tu itna chup kyun hai? Koi problem hai? Itna dukhi kyun hai?I would have loved to reply back but what would I have said? Only someone who has had this experience first hand can have an idea of the power that silence holds. It is one of the greatest teachers I have ever had. Something that has never failed me. That I can seek respite in whenever required.Nobody understands that. Maybe because nobody can fathom that.I know this may sound weird to most, or maybe even all, of you but that's me for you. Weird. And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.GoodnightA.G
Now I would love to delve into my thoguhts, meet silence my old friend. Listen to the Sound of Silence-Simon and Garfunkel.
And here we depart and go our own ways.
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