Stupendously Sublime

A few days ago, before the sugarcane farmers were defecating and urinating in the thousands at Jantar Mantar, protesting the control of sugar prices by the government, before the leaked liberhan report to indian express caused the Lok and Rajya Sabha to be ground to a halt, before the tabled report accused Vajpayee, Advani and Joshi of inciting communal violence. A much understated drama was being played out by the Air Chief Barbora when asked about the future of women in aviation and direct combat for the Indian Armed forces (women as fighter pilots and in the infantry) he said that he could not forsee a role for women fighter pilots in the near or for that matter in the far future, these comments were made on the back of India's imminent, 126 fighter mega-giga-tera-peta deal. The deal hopefully is in good hands, unlike the future aspirations of the women-fighters of India. He said that the government spends about 9 crore on the training of the pilots and they have a service bond...

When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained But darlin' when I hold you Don't you know I feel the same 'Cause nothin' lasts forever And we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain The title is courtesy guns n' roses and parikrama. The rain is beautiful, there is no simpler word for it, maybe copious to the not so romantic, but the rain is definitely beautiful. It reminds me of a lot of things, very random and hardly coherent the only common thought being that they are all connected to me, i was just finishing my snickers when i heard a rumble akin to the one emanating from my stomach, let us not go into the unsavoury details of my digestion, but rather, that rumbling was thunder echoing its might to all across the land as if in a challenge to any who would dare. I went outside, my nutty snickers in hand and i saw the rain pouring merrily away at all giving out its love in equal measure to all who woul...

And Deepankar said "Love (Non-platonic, that's you) is instinct. It can be only be countered by another equally strong instinct. Find yourself something for which you have a passion. Something primal, for which the you don't have to use higher brain functions. I'm good at trekking because I fell in love with it first, not the other way round. Find your _instinct_..." And the beginnings of wisdom come from the word Instinct. What is the difference between the king and the horse? and this is not a kids riddle where the answer would be one's a human and the other's an animal, one has two legs and the other has 4 legs. No, Assuming two existences had the exact same form,ability and even power. When one of the two becomes the "king" and rules over the battle the remaining one becomes the "horse" and amplifies the king's power. I'm asking you what's the difference between the two. There's only one answer, It's the instinct...

Again for my not so verbally attuned friends a limbo is "An imaginary place for lost or neglected things" which is exactly what my first love is, in an imagianry place in my head where i still cherish the desire for all the wrong things to be right again. I tried to objectively approach love in my last post where i realized that it is irrational, hurtful and imaginary but it would be conceited of me to say that it is all negative, it is lovely(tongue in cheek), empowering and very very important. But this is not a place to scientifically define and analyse love many have failed and many will fail in defining it, the most simple definition i can give is that it exists and at some point in everyone's life he/she/it will experience love. Which brings me to the reason why am i writing such a thing with the title as such. Well the reason is very simple my inability to meet a girl has given my frustrations a new voice, they used to whisper, when i said it is only a matter of ti...

I'm writing, hence i'm sad. True, very true but i'm not truly sad, i'm sad and confused, i'm sad because many people in my life have decided to part company if not completely then atleast emotionally and this month has been the single most emotionally overloaded month that i've had for years, people grow apart slowly, they fall out of love over their own stupid realizations, they are ripped by distance and drift apart. While some just soldier on fighting and making up then fighting again then making up again in a cycle that keeps them sensitised to each other. While some go far away and some remain stuck in the moment that they just can't get out of. While only one type truly strive to understand each other, if they are doomed for the worse i don't want to know and if they are doomed to end up together i still don't want to know just that they are doomed either way should be enough. If you can relate to what has been written here kudos cause a lot of...

My friends, i'm writing a raw emotional piece after a long long time, these sort of feelings used to come to me during my second year at college, where i was really struggling with my life. it was one of the darkest periods of my life, conversely i produced some of my finest poems during that time, i guess poetry does come from powerful misery when i look back at those lines i marvel the fact that i had such dark and brooding feelings where i could have taken any addiction to any length, but thank the lord i didn't. My junior recently asked me why was i so serious, i said i'm not serious, i'm sombre and yes that does seem worse because it is worse. This feeling originates from obsessive overthinking and trust me i have had a lot of time to think about the world, my friends, my life and what will happen in the future. And sometimes it feels that i'm just existing, moving through time as it flows past me and i'm trapped in my own lethargy which i can't seem to...

Dear unfortunate reader, i am not in a good mood, no i'm in a possibly vile mood, no strike that too, i'm in a mood that will drive me to murder in a painful and excruciating way that society in general will shudder to think that a man can be so violent, yes that is the type of mood i'm in (perfect), i'm usually pissed at the use of cliche's while reading anything unless and until the particular piece is using cliche's to slam those dirty little buggers(cliche's). Yet i find that these sort of expressions are very commonly used and then overused to an extent where i find that i simply can't stomach them and i stop reading the aforementioned piece. But this overkill simply does not seem to penetrate the thick concretish skulls of our esteemed press, print or electronic media. They just keep on slinging that shit in our direction and because of lack of choice we simply wipe our faces and struggle forward in the storm of flying shit to the crux of the matt...