-A window ajar is a prelude in building to the joy of being limitless! That uneasiness of being familiar somehow, sometime, somewhere.......

Saturday, September 16, 2006


"What do you mean by isolation?" I asked him.

"Why, the isolation that prevails everywhere, above all in our age -- it has not fully developed, it has not reached its limit yet. For everyone strives to keep his individuality as apart as possible, wishes to secure the greatest possible fullness of life for himself; but meantime all his efforts result not in attaining fullness of life but self-destruction, for instead of self-realisation he ends by arriving at complete solitude. All mankind in our age have split up into units, they all keep apart, each in his own groove; each one holds aloof, hides himself and hides what he has, from the rest, and he ends by being repelled by others and repelling them. He heaps up riches by himself and thinks, 'How strong I am now and how secure,' and in his madness he does not understand that the more he heaps up, the more he sinks into self-destructive impotence. For he is accustomed to rely upon himself alone and to cut himself off from the whole; he has trained himself not to believe in the help of others, in men and in humanity, and only trembles for fear he should lose his money and the privileges that he has won for himself. Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather than in isolated individual effort. But this terrible individualism must inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light. And then the sign of the Son of Man will be seen in the heavens.... But, until then, we must keep the banner flying. Sometimes even if he has to do it alone, and his conduct seems to be crazy, a man must set an example, and so draw men's souls out of their solitude, and spur them to some act of brotherly love, that the great idea may not die."

~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov.

Sunday, September 10, 2006


Then as soon as I said that,
A breeze with a dancing sway blew
from far behind; Unarmed yet
forceful. And collected all
our invisible laughters that lay broken
in eddies and carved them all
into a huge heap of one great

moment and carried it tenderly,
leaving behind - We watching
it sail away with hands held
and our eyes sparkling like
sapphires in tangerine sunlight, our

bellies aching, our lengthy
shadows too close together

in the evening sun and
our hearts beating
as one.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Word Salads...

~ Of the three comments I made in last 24-48 hours from the roughly twenty odd I have made this year , I have been twice deprived the pleasure of watching my own comment being instantly published, something what all the blogging business is supposed to be. About. Courtesy comment moderation! Like buying a gift for oneself.

Aphorisms :

1. I not only want to say whatever I want to say at my own convenience but also I want you to say what I want you to say at my own convenience , eh pithy human?
2. Also, Say something. If I dont like it, I havent heard anything at all.
3. Also, cheeky this- Come back to see if I think you have said anything at all.

But the truth is, Hey I dont know how to handle all this, Mommy... moderation...!!

What are we writing letters to the dailies are we?

~ Next watched The Thin Red Line again , (Yes 22 or 23 times in toto). Masterly Meditation. Each shot is framed to say something important, whatever Terrence had to say after all his years as recluse. If you want to regard the whole war movie genre as a spread out essay on humanity , Then The Thin Red Line is the answer to the question that Coppola had posed to all the puny humans in Apocalypse now nearly twenty years back, which incidentally also happens to be the rough duration of exile of Terrence*. The rest are punctuations - a comma here and a semi-colon there. See that broken wailing exclamation there , thats called Spielberg!!!!


* Some people would have seen the green white grey purples of their career in half that time.

Thursday, September 07, 2006


is here. Your
~ Picture stolen from Jesse

Friday, September 01, 2006


Thought as a function of the mind is defined by two fundamental attributes:Belief and Reasoning.
For the rational advancement of any argument (concept) both these two attributes are very important lest the argument fails miserably as it can be seen in religion( flawed belief) or feminism (skewed reasoning).

But since mind- the topographical symbol of the metaphysical self is already a bias by definition the only way by which it can ensure an argument is rational is by being aware of its own prejudices inherent in both its belief and reasoning.
And when such an
argument is found online esp. in the Indian blogosphere where a good blog-argument is a measure of how well your sentences flow than thoughts , the joys are ineffable.
The argument is original , improvised , and is conscious of its prejudices all along. Ill take it any day instead of assorted thoughtless sentences being masqueraded as a intelligent popular blog to be hounded by a dozen other digressing emotions making up for the comments.
PS--Finny, the next round be on me unless you want take us again to some gay pub which plays live tennis.

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