Thursday, March 22, 2012

Leaving Behind : Part two

And so as i was telling you, I fear that my blog shall have same fate as I do as a seafarer. Last time when I went for sail, I had a funny idea that once I will come back I would join back my life just where I left it. As you can guess it din't work that way.Earth had taken an entire revolution around sun (yes I was on ship for one full year) and lot had changed in between. No, I am not implying that it all came as a shock to me when I landed up back.Every information was coming to me.It's just that you realize the changes when you come back.

Leaving Behind : Part one

And so under constant pressure of my parents, I have zipped up my bag after putting six pair of socks along with some other useless things.Socks are important, else how will I respond to my captains appeals, " Pull your socks up Shubham, you are an officer now.Stop behaving like a cadet!"  How do I know about this? Because in my cadet-ship time i have heard similar statements with replacing "officer" to "cadet" and "cadet" to "kid".And then haven't I seen my third officers getting same scoldings? So socks are important.Pull your socks up now as from here on I am going to be bore, informative and sentimental progressively and chronologically.

Oh , in the mean time you might have got some idea of my untimely departure.God bless me, may I rest in piece(deliberate mistake).So I am leaving in two days or so.For my next sail.Going on a ship is sometimes like going on a parallel universe.Especially if the ship is like the one I am joining,who seldom( read never) gets any shore and shore-leave for her staff.I wish I could tell you more about it, but my word limit shall exceed your interest.In short, where I am going, there is a strong likelihood that I would not step out of that ship for next six months.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Eloisa to Abelard - Alexander Pope,moving on

Unequal task! a passion to resign,
For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.
Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
How often must it love, how often hate!
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
Conceal, disdain — do all things but forget.

Yet here for ever, ever must I stay;
Sad proof how well a lover can obey!
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;
And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain,
Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,
And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.

These are some of very beautiful lines from "eloisa to abelard" .These are say of a woman Elosia who has been abondened by her man Abelard.Landing on this passionate poem was a happy accident and one of the moments when I felt lucky to have some experience ,even if bitter. My only intention when sharing this is the sheer appreciation for the poem and the artist.For he wrote something so ageless that even after 400 years the poem connects to people of tender hearts, and that represents the basic human nature which stayed untouched from the winds of moon landings and genetic engineering. The poem is psycological post-mortem of a broken heart where the doctor gave report in most mystical, musical and elixir drenched words. Reading such a poem is one of those moments when you feel,"Oh my God this is what I wanted to say!!" Each word is meaningful and a concentrate of thousands of  emotions. That, to me, is purpose of poetry. To say in few lines what would have taken a thousand confused pages otherwise.
The forthcoming is a part which appears like an enchanted spell. The poet envies an untouched spotless soul of a virgin nun (which we can relate to that of innocent baby's) and says one of most beautiful lines ever said -

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;

Simply Love

i don't want to talk about it.Really.I mean love and all.Please....

you want to listen?
Let me tell you something, I know everything about it.I know all of it.The true love, the love, the lesser love..the i am not sure love, the i know its not love but i am going to pretend otherwise love, the love-lust, the lust-love, the hate-love, the cute love, puppy love, mature love , facebook love,college love, best friend turned in to lover love,i like you story, i am sorry love...

Yes!! Hilariously, our generation and i am considering the windows generation as our generation, has crapped up this beautiful feeling into a big burger and it's so disfigured that we take ages to realize what we feel. To make things better; our android generation is piling on.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Devil's advocate...

We, people of this great democracy, have a genetic disorder of debating.We do it for the sake of it.We love it.Okay! not all of us.Here I am addressing the people who are more like me; those who are laffaazz. (laffaazz is someone blah blah blah ,read "about me")

Fruitless debates are the most reoccurring thing in our free and busy time.We start a war of words and discussion almost on every  occasion. Trust me you can find people discussing ,"if this was the best way to depart?", on a funeral.

Reader : objection My lord, author is exaggerating.
Judge : objection sustained.
Me : Okhhay!! withdrawn.

Yet, I can say we debate on any topic.From corruption to seduction, assembly election or cricket selection, railway is doing good or real bad, Anna is democratic or authoritative, movie was good or over hyped,  you-have-true -feelings or its-just-your-new-crush, she is beautiful or well dressed, global warming makes me feel hot or not, petrol is finishing or what, my job is more awesome than yours( before drinks), my job is more pathetic than yours( after drinks),  from walmart is good for economics to undertaker is better than khali.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Sun signs-part two-Sounds good!!

Picking up from where I left last time.We live in an era where almost everyone is aware of his/her zodiac sign. I, for that matter, even had a yahoo I.D. declaring me a Virgo. Of course I am one of those non -creative people who perspire profusely when they get to think of a user name that can even remotely suggest their own identity.So somehow by that time I found it very natural to go with full spelling of my name added to my zodiac with a neat underscore.It all made sense.To my consternation even that was registered which in turn forced me to add an arbitrary number.It was a shame all in all.

I don't remember how much I believed in my stars by that time , I almost never did.But I would be a terrible liar if I dare say I never looked up my horoscope.Although it never occurred to me to wear a stone or ring to improve upon my holy haphazard life. But then, a believer would insist that I am just as good as a no stone owner could ever get to.Who knows? had I been wearing precious, semi precious stones , I could own a flat on moon and bail out kingfisher airlines with my pocket money. You just never know!!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Sun signs -part one.the two brothers.

Assuming that there is a God.Some advanced life form who first designed us as a prototype and then sent us in mass production along with million other species.He gave all his designs a subconscious reproduction instinct.You see , God is more of a Research and Development dude.He doesn't want production on his head. Would that assumed God be baffled with the nature surrounding him as much as we are.I mean he must be surrounded by something.Nothing perhaps!!So is he speculating about "nothing" as much as we do about "everything".

Although its very interesting topic to speculate about our God, here I will go little off-course.Lets try to get back to the topic.shall we?