Monday 16 July, 2007

grrrrrrr!!!!!

well...it never lasts does it. the levitating feeling of goodness. surrealism, i always had a problem contemplating and understanding that word. but now i get it. getting back to a rut, and finding yourself not where you started but miles behind the damn race-course....phew....

blogging, like so man other hapless souls caught my attention because of the vent it offered. grumbling confessions, condescensions and virtual reality unfolding is quite ok. have sure learnt my lessons....and would always think before yielding. sicking by the originals and the standard beliefs keeps peace and keeping that in mind i guess i have to move ahead.

i dont know when i would get back to writing sense. its been long and it fells miserable. the books too dont feel the same. it all feels so cynical and made up. i hope VS NAIPAUL can bail me out....kiran desai has no effect on me any more...im too numb for that....damn.

shall get back afresh with something new....im sure and i hope soon....will get back to where i started and stay, stay, stay.......

Thursday 12 July, 2007

The Monkey & His "Mushy" antics...

The resounding popular opinion has finally undergone the ultimate catharsis, it has received the final approval of the gunshot and yes, now it has moved to being-A FACT. President George W Bush is indeed a fine jester and he is quite capable of running a circus. The "Monkey" is back to grab attention & entertain with its perverse antics. He does make the world dance though....doesn't matter even if everybody laughs and shows condescension.

The whole drama-packed episode with the grand finale that we witnessed a few days ago-WHAT WAS IT?? Musharaff finally realising that there indeed is a mosque power-packed with ammunition, terrorists, extremists, hostages...bang in the middle of Islamabad-cheers-the rest of the world would drink to his new-found enlightenment. What took him so long to move the veil? or is he just trying to distract attention and change headlines to "Pakistan fighting terrorism- Musharaff cracking his whip on extremists" from "ooh!..the uncouth slander of justice in Pakistan- Musharaff, the Dictator!".

Well, Politics is a gimmick-played to fool and make-believe. Sounds like fiction but it sure isn't. Killing 200 "militants" & the cleric at Lal Masjid could just be a pawn in a game of chess. The King is still to be moved to light and Of course, that would never happen. By taking the stand he took Musharaff has gained his million dollar earnings from the USA & the UN. a share of which would surely find its way to the secret Swiss bank account-but there might just be a possibility of him not being alive long enough to enjoy the money. It all boils down to greed, money and expensive gifts and compliments from the "BIG BOSS". In his unrealistic hope to clamber into the Hall of Fame "Of The Saviours of the World and The Warriors of Terrorism"- he like his counterparts (Tony Blair & George Bush) has now been cornered by his own people in his own country. He now faces the threat of not only losing the election or his wonderful chair of honour but his LIFE. He is free to play cat and mouse with all his country's and his own resources to save his life. Can one get any more NARCISSISTIC? The Editor of The Outlook very scathingly said that he would like to remind Mr.Musharaff of "Operation Bluestar"-Mrs.Gandhi was afterall finally assassinated by her own bodyguards.

President Musharaff is trying to soothe fire with air. His country's stability is at stake & he is trying to quench his thirst. The world just got interesting again & more debates, discussions, films & documentaries are to follow.

We, at India with our stereotypical animosity are watching with shock in our eyes, glee on our lips & relief in our minds.
TERRORISM is afterall a global phenomenon and is funded by "Monkeys", supported by the "Mushy" and they all would let us hope LIVE to see us all LIVE in PEACE.

Thursday 5 July, 2007

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.

`By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?

The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin ;
The guests are met, the feast is set :
May'st hear the merry din.'

He holds him with his skinny hand,
`There was a ship,' quoth he.
`Hold off ! unhand me, grey-beard loon !'
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.


He holds him with his glittering eye--
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child :
The Mariner hath his will.

The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone :
He cannot choose but hear ;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

`The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the lighthouse top.


The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he !
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.

Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon--'
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.


The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she ;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.

The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear ;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.


`And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong :
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
The southward aye we fled.

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold :
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.


And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen :
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--
The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around :
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound !


At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came ;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit ;
The helmsman steered us through !


And a good south wind sprung up behind ;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo !

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine ;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'


`God save thee, ancient Mariner !
From the fiends, that plague thee thus !--
Why look'st thou so ?'--With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.

Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit ? et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt ? quae loca habitant ? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in tabulâ, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari : ne mens assuefacta hodiernae vitae minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus. - T. Burnet, Archaeol. Phil., p. 68