Survivor's Guilt

The aftermath of any kind of war has its waste.
A destruction so powerful, a fire of haste.
It claims its victims and memories.
It claims friendship and castles.
It leaves you nothing but things to bury.
Does anybody win?
The one who survives carries his scars, literal or otherwise.
He wears it on his armor. His sword is spent.
His throat is dry. His stance is tired.
His feet heavy with memories.

Wars are for survivors
Wars are for mourning
Wars are for bearing
Till the end. A heavy burden
Heavier as time goes by.

War claims many.....especially survivors. 

'The Post About Nothing'

Lately I've noticed that the crap percentage in the world, in our continent, our country, our state, our city and district , our neighborhood, our street, our building, our home etc. has increased exponentially. Actually may be its probably always been like this, but I just fancy stating this fact at this moment.

I've been watching the news a lot lately and well to put it mildly it depresses the **** out of me. So many dead, so many raped, corrupt politicians , scams, cross border firing blah blah blah. My head was heavy and I decided to switch to something else, because that's the beauty of the remote! You can change the channel.

As my impatient nature had me switching between channels practically at the speed of light, I happened to land on Seinfeld. There they were!! These four self centered , egotistical , self righteous lunatics who made everyday chores , tasks and situations more complicated and yet incredibly hilarious . One of the most interesting things about this show is that all four of the main characters, although completely distinct individuals, with no resemblance in physicality or biography somehow all had a heightened sense of self worth and incredible delusions of grandeur. I found this fact extremely curious. 'THE SHOW ABOUT NOTHING' the incredibly popular line coined about this all time classic of a show, I figured was indeed about something. Were the four of them good human beings??? inherently yes, but their antics were caused mainly because of the way they perceived things and how each one of them most of the time made it worse for each other.

Part of why this show was funny, was also because Jerry's stand up clips were played in every episode and was somehow related to the subject of that particular episode.Why it worked, was because it was relatable. Simple everyday things highlighted and presented in a way that would grab our attention. And using humor to grab our attention . Genius!!. A task for instance- Walking your dog. Its something most dog owners have all done at some point or regularly in their lives. For some its a routine, for some its fun, for some its something that they have to get out of the way so they can have a dog poo free house or yard. Jerry Seinfeld in his routine says-

 'Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them's making a poop, the other one's carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge' :) See! genius.
 

He took an everyday situation (as most comics do) and made it hilarious by putting a fun spin on it or may be its merely an exaggerated humorous and hypothetically imaginative observation.



Another example is that of his observation or opinion about a lawyer- 'To me, a lawyer is basically the person that knows the rules of the country. We're all throwing the dice, playing the game, moving our pieces around the board, but if there is a problem the lawyer is the only person who has read the inside of the top of the box'.


What set Jerry Seinfeld apart from other stand up comics is that he had a show , a very talented cast to help him do a whole 20 min show about the routine he did on his stand up shows. That's why it appealed to so many people. It was about everyday life and everyday chores. Relatable.

And as I finished watching the show and somehow contained my laughter I realized that it's always funny to laugh at everyday situations going haywire and berserk ...as long as it doesn't happen to you.

Of course when it happens to you, the shit hits the fan.
:)

Adamantium

Very recently I lost someone irreplaceable. My Gran. The most charming , kind and graceful woman i knew. A very modern and wise woman. A dear Friend and confidant. I'm still recovering. This post however isn't about her sudden exit from my life, because now I have decided to celebrate her life. She would have wanted me to.

I have gained a lot of things I craved. I have lost sight of a few things. I have been empowered by a few experiences, I have been weakened by some. But one thing that remains is my will and power to overcome. I feel as humans we have different capacities for different situations. I am stubborn and foolish enough to believe that I will never give up. If something comes and beats me senseless, I will heal.

There are days when I miss the innocence I used to have. But on most days I am comfortable with the new.  I can let go of hate and love more easily now. Its not resignation, Its power. To be truly happy they say one must be happy with oneself. I for one am a work in progress, but I know I'm hiking toward the right direction. So that thought makes me happy, I am confident in my abilities , I am aware of my strength. It isn't arrogance, It's just called being aware. I have been getting to know myself better.

I like what I have found. I like what I have assumed about myself. I like that I know my shortcomings. Solutions are always around. Just have to find it. You can try to punch me out
Try to knock me down.

I will always heal.

I miss you amma. I love you. You will be a part of me always. I hope you are watching over me.
Now I know , I have someone to pray to for sure. Rest In Peace.

I won't let you down.

I will always heal.

My neglected friend

On the threshold of any powerful decision, life changing move or simple acceptance of change lies the enemy known as 'the past'. Looking back has always done both good and bad.
Its easy to get caught up in the 'Should I have done it differently? Should I have given it another go? Did I do my best? Would it have worked out.

All good questions. In most cases justified. But most of them bring regret and confusion. I believe that in order to do anything right you need clarity. I for one spend so much time looking in hindsight . My time machine is usually set to the past. I revisit several instances where I perhaps could have acted differently and so I hold unto regret. Learning from your mistakes is a popular term. Especially in self help books.
Sure its applicable, but only and only if its applied. Otherwise its just a saying.

Many things have kept me from the growth I possibly could have had. I've denied myself the opportunity to grow. I've stood in the way of my own goals and path. Only I am to blame. No one else. Everyone else is just that....THEY ARE OTHER PEOPLE. They aren't me, so they couldn't have possibly stood in my path like I would have liked to believe. They are my excuses. Many times I've looked at others and wondered if only he/ she were different in such and such way, my life would be better. No they aren't the answer. I am the answer. People will get in the way, because we are all spinning around like frenzied tops, going bump from time to time. We don't try to control the momentum of our spin, rather we look at how the others spin. In what direction and whether they will bump our spin. I wish , I should have blah blah should be replaced by I will and I can and I'm going to. Few things have had the power and influence to shake me to my bone, I've let them consume me and control me.

This post is not about broadcasting my regrets, This post is about taking control of my life.
Only I can. No one will care about me the way I want them to. Only I can care about me the way I choose to. My happiness only I should and will be responsible for, anything or anyone else is a bonus. I guess I'm slipping away from the dreamer that I used to be, its necessary I think. There's no handbook that says that it is necessary, but I think I believe and trust that is, and that should be enough. No further justification required. I am the master of my fate, sure life will throw curve balls, that I will have to deal with....but these I want to deal with my way, my way works best for me. Cause when I'm ready only then I can implement. Its all about small victories. So far I have neglected me, I am my neglected friend. I will be a friend to myself, I will be my best friend. I will count on others less, because my burden isn't theirs. They have their own. I will do the best I can manage for myself. It isn't about being selfish, but more about concentration, more about focus. I have not been my focus in the longest time and so I've let other things affect me more than it probably should have. Now is the time that I will try to work on a better present and future. My present. My future.

The supporting cast can take a coffee break.

To tomorrow whatever it may hold, I will bring all that I am to it
Whatever I have now and whatever I will find on the way.

No regrets.

Happy New Year.

Writer's block

I live on writer's block
A quiet lane filled with thoughts
Where the scenery changes color and smell
Depending on what I have to sell
I control the decibels
I paint the sun a shade of yellow of my choosing
I decide if the river flows forward or backward

Yep I'm mayor of this town
I create the lawns with elves
I design the playgrounds
I know my way around

Sometimes its tricky
I get lost or trapped on a tiny road surrounded by walls on all sides
Then nothing is visible and I have to sit cross-legged on that road
And my pants get dirty... I hate that
Sometimes its just darkness there as I bump against the wall
Brick by brick they seem like borders I cannot cross
Then there's little I can do and no inspiration manages to shine through

It's then that I think of things that inspire me
The most powerful and important things in my world
Love and loyalty, faith and hope
Slowly I realize there's so much to write about
I create the walls. I create the barriers.

I can break them down

Writer's block can be a place or a thick brick wall
It's our choice. As most things are.
Open your mind and also your heart
There's so much to see, tons to feel and plenty to say.

So when your backed up against a wall...

I suggest start with graffiti. 

Children's Day

I remember what it was like being a kid.
In someways I still am
I remember being happy then.
In someways I still am.

For me back then an ant hill was an architectural wonder
In some ways it still is
I used to think  of my dad as a superhero
In someways he still is
My mother would always make everything better
In someways she still does

My wants were small, but ruthless
Somehow they still are

My idea of the world was magical
In someways the idea stayed

I believed in happy endings
Sometimes I still do

The playground was always exciting
This I guess will always remain

Being a kid , I felt everything would always turn out right
In some ways it did.

I sought friends I would keep for life
In some of them, I found friends for life

My toys were my companions
On some lonely days they still are.

Cartoons made my day
Some of them still do

Back then it wasn't about the iPhone, it was about the ice-cream.
Even now sometimes its about the ice-cream

Back then I believed in the goodness of people
Sometimes I still do

Not a lot has changed I guess
But somehow it has....

For the children in all of us. I'm glad they are in there...to sometimes still show us the way.

Psst....

Words are often suppressed by everyone. Especially by those who think with their head.
They may have a good heart, but perhaps a smarter mind. Their minds are editors and edit out words that seem unnecessary. A screening process if you will.

Then there are those who speak from their hearts. Without thinking and perhaps less careful. They mean well, Intentions are swell and yet more often than not they are banished to holy hell.

Speaking comes with many prior clauses and conditions. It isn't easy to say what you feel always. Perhaps most relationships would go kaput if you will. One has to choose his or her words wisely. Its the fine balance of your tippy toes that stand at the edge of a creaky wooden plank overlooking a sea of sharks waiting to devour you. We are editors of our potentially shocking conversations and we are liars and we cherish understating and use white lies to maintain our peace. We the speakers of our varied undertones.

We the mute. We the silent
We bravely think, we rarely speak.
We mouth rehearsed lines from a screened pre-approved script
Are we cowards?
Or are we smart?

In my silence I will hold my courage
And upon your silence, I will count on

And in our silences I will assume that life is a cloud bubble
with careful font.

And as we continue to live the way we are expected to, it must be disappointing for our unspoken words
Words that would perhaps change the world. May be not for the better. But different

As i mull over these 'pointless' thoughts
I invite you to mull over yours

One thing's for sure. Ours is a noisy silent world.

Dirty Rap

Smack I whack her head
Hmmmm was all she said
Do it right
And keep outta sight
Don't bob for apples
Later I'll buy you snapples
I've got so much to tell you
My life comes with a terrific view

Everyday I wake up to an uplifting beat
I wear shorts to avoid the heat
My mind is racing
My legs are pacing
A feeling of anticipation
Much like constipation
I see people scampering
Happiness hampering

Fat people blame the food
No  I don't mean to be rude
Shoot a gun in a way it ricochets
Launch your assault with trebuchets
Everyone has their defense
Just an observation, No offence
Its about power
We conspire while we shower
In the end its always about who controls the remote
Don't believe me? lets put it to vote

Spread I say
Open up, make way
Lets lay some brick
Make way for the prick
It'll be over with a scream
No not your life, your silly wet dream
I could grab you
Pull you along the floor
Or if you like I'll pull you up
Bang you against the door

Live a life that would inspire others
This and other good things, we learn from our mothers
Silly magicians pretend to hover
At least until some one blows their cover
Pretenders we all are
Age, sex, race no bar
Our cum soaked hankies reminders of an induced good time
Also can be confused for putrid slime

How do you choose to look at it?
Life is more than  the slow movement of a bouncy tit
My perception creates reality
Fellatio is not an abnormality
Grabbing her hair, I urge her to stop
Her hair reminds me of a filthy little mop
You give decent head
Hmmm... was all she said

She put on her clothes
It was fun she said,
I pretended to listen
Her eyes began to glisten

Come I said, I'll show you to the door
She wasn't in a hurry, I just couldn't stand her any more.

I cut a string

I watched her go

I cut a string

I watched her shine

Far and bright

I watched her smile

Haunting sin

I watched her refection in rivers deep

I dive in

I watched her fade

In the clouds within

I watched her with one recap

I have an inbuilt memory reel

I cut a string

I cut a string

I cut a string

She watched me go

My time, to win

The Beauty of being the Beast

I recon we've spoken. If we haven't, boy do I have something to say

I've come to the conclusion that what's right is what feels right.

As long as it doesn't affect yourself and others too much negatively..its ok to do what you want to do

You know what's right? Scarlett J. She's right. Ryan Reynolds may have a power ring, but he doesn't have her anymore. Poor Bastard. At most he can conjure up a green version of her.

That aside everyone gravitates towards the tried and tested. Everyone wants foolproof. No such thing.

Fools are a dime a dozen. I figure since fool proof isn't actually fool proof , might as well try new things...but in moderation. That's the only way its healthy. Makes for a good bumper sticker don't it? yuh.

I cringe at wanting something too badly. Its an ugly feeling.

Its ok to want things. Normal. But its important to remember there's a whole lotta things

The world doesn't stop.

There are a lotta options out there and plenty of experiences to be had.

So sometimes you have to let yourself go and enjoy it.

Its ok to be happy. Its ok to try new things. Its ok to really live.

It is ok to surprise even yourself. So if you find yourself doing something you thought you would never do.......its ok. Enjoy it. Relish it. Your life. You choose.

I like being happy.

So I've decided its not always about the beauty in things.

Sometimes its about the beast :)

Fight and Flight

Its a different life on a different day

Its the hot sticky month of May

Such a romantic past

A novel, right from the start

Nothing holds me captive

A free bird to all who can see

I can leap and glide

With the evening tide

Such a glorious moon

Shines and marks the coming of June

I forbid the wind to blow me away without my will

I do what I can, I do with skill

Punish the flaws, no dead roots in the way

The night is calm

As is my skin

My cool breath adds to the atmosphere

Helps its form

I am vegetated in awesomeness

I have tasted her

The present. She's glorious. Ever forming

In this formation I live.

Shes like a pregnant woman

I implanted her

Now i take care of her

So I leave a promising future

My will is to fly

I will and you will watch me

My will is to fly, this time without baggage

My will is to fly, this time lighter

My will is to fly, this time to soar

My will is to fly

Who says you need wings.

Previously on smallville........

Ever since I understood the concept of superhero....I have loved the greatest of em all 'SUPERMAN'.

So it was natural that 10 years ago when I was merely 14 and piss in my pants excited about everything ...that I would be excited about a show that was devoted to telling the story of the transition of a farm boy into the worlds greatest fictional superhero. I remember eagerly watching the very first episode and going 'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW' in my head. I was thankful for the invention of television. I know I know I sound like one of those 'super' geeks at comic conventions (which reminds me that there are no comic conventions here) god damn it. Any way the point is yes I started watching the show cause it was about SUPERMAN. But you know what the funny thing is. They don't even utter the word superman until the very last episode of the series. The whole time every fan I've known waited for ten seasons to watch clark kent to finally become superman, but along the way you know what we realised ....we realised that the cliche line 'Its the journey and not the destination' makes a lotta sense. I saw clark grow up on tv while I grew up as well. Smallville comforted me in ways inexplicable. Because every one knows Superman always comes thru. Always makes the right choices. Always morally correct. But but but but...we saw in this show ..how he completely fucked up on so many occasions along his journey in becoming the man of steel

He was selfish, arrogant, had his heart broken, he even showed off, was too aggressive sometimes, lost control, got jealous. All human emotions. All the things we've felt. And this made every fan feel closer and gave us the ability to understand that all of us are capable of all the wrongs. But in the end its our choices and our will to grow and to realize the goodness we are capable off is what sets us apart... And of course the actual action of doing good. For ourselves and for others.

Thank You smallville.

nietzsche- 'So who are you, Man or Superman?'

Placid skies and romantic spies

So I told her, I said.. I'm the best out there.

The best you got.

Then someone said...'did u ever consider that may be it isn't the best she wants'

My skin is burnt

I've come back with a body full of lasting memory

A memory which an outsider , if he got a preview would seem like a perfect story.

I wonder, back when I saw it all falling into place if I ever wondered that someday I may cease to want it formed.

I did want it, no doubt. I loved the feeling, theres evidence.

But I wonder , out loud... may be it never formed cause it would be wrong.

It would be wrong that it happen, even if at a point in time...or make that a long period..it seemed perfect.

But like she said man... may be ideal isn't what its cracked up to be.

But I needed this.

It came. To whack me hard.

It came to shake me up.

The skies they conspired with the spies to make a setting perfect for the play

They followed us. They prompted us. They meddled cause may be a dosage of meddling was required.

And today they ask me....

boy , what now?... are you finally through?

Is it over? Is it done?

As I sighed, I said follow me and find out

The Decade of Love and Loss

There's no combination of words ,I could put on the back of a postcard,

 No song that I could sing...But I can try for your heart,

 Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, Like a shoebox of photographs,

 With sepiatone loving, Love is the answer..

 At least for most of the questions in my heart , Like why are we here?

 And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?

 It's not always easy, And sometimes life can be deceiving,

 I'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together

- Jack Johnson

'May be I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts,

And we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face...

And I've always lived like this...keeping a comfortable distance..because none of it was ever worth the risk....

And that was the day that I promised, that I would never sing of love...if it does not exist'

- Paramore'

Hiatus

Farewell. For now.

Thanks for reading.

For Japan

Japan. Our prayers and support are with you.

May you heal from this, recover and rise again.

The Mime speaks

Actions speak louder than words.

Everyone's heard that. But there are some people some annoying people...for whom the doers will do. But they are just deaf or blind or both. They see you jumping for them, they see you fighting for them, they see you protective of them. They see you crying for them. And they stare at you apathetic wondering why you are twisting your body into knots they thought did not exist. Because these knots even the scouts weren't taught. These knots are proof of a special and significant effort and contribution which has perhaps deserved applause or atleast a pat on the back or a nod. Who cares about people and their acknowledgment?... no one at least that is until they are deprived of it. We are all drama queens. And clowns. We spray water outta the flower on our colorful shirts and create a circus with our own personal chaos.

But nobody listens to a clown. The sounds of their own laughter drown out his words.

And nobody sticks around to talk to a mime because its useless.

But what when the mime speaks?

Is it then not worthy of attention?

Isn't it?

Is it?

................ It is, Isn't it?...........

????????????????????

And then here's another interesting thought.....what would finally make a mime speak?

Then...........suddenly

Everything's changed. I know change is the only constant.

But I believe everything has changed. Completely now

No room for the past, except in memory.

Things that meant the world....seem like they are part of alien worlds, distant worlds.

There are times when I stop running in the day and in the silence I recall the memories of a past rich in history.

I feel like the slate has been wiped clean. Indeed this feels like the second part. A sequel.

Like bang! everything begins again. But different. With different people, and different music and different relationships. The past remains trapped in the old box*. Locked perhaps for reference

The new is out there.. dug its feet in the ground and ready to pounce on me like I'm an unsuspecting prey. But I'm better prepared. Ready to take the leap myself.... and that is the most important part. The fact that I'm ready to take the leap....

And when we collide...the new and I...my hope is that it makes for a great story.

My will is determined that it will be

The Ironic lives of dreamers. Stage 1. Second Act- 'This World'

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The rumbling was my scream*)

The Ironic lives of dreamers. Stage 1. First Act- 'Alternate'

We sat beside a pond together

Holding hands as the sunlight gently grazed us and we dipped our feet wet

I looked at her mesmerized and I think she saw in my eyes as she looked into them

My version of her.

She seemed beautiful, I think even to her

We heard a noise and turned around.

And he was there my loyal old friend.

He waved hello and the others followed

They all had good things to say

The mood seemed perfect as the music filled the air

Someone had got stereo

We sat together like flowers in a garden

Traded stories back and forth

One spoke of love and the other of gain

And together happiness plagued the air

Then suddenly a rumbling we heard

Funny we'd never heard anything quite like it

We even craned our necks to see

But all we saw was a peaceful road..

One that looked promising and treaded with dreams

We ignored the rumbling and together we sat for the longest time

And we drank together and cherished every sip of our wine

The area seemed perfect. As always.Like always

And then again came the rumbling....'

But we were to happy and in a trance

as we all stood up to dance

I had her. She had me. I pulled her close

We had each other. We realized together,

It never took us time you see.

We had them too....our closest friends

Like a family we loved and together were free.

My life the peaceful dream.