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I am the Elements
I am the Force
I am the End
I am the Source
I am Zero
I am Infinity
I am the Moment
I am Eternity
I am the Vibration
I am the String
I am the Cosmos
I am Nothing
I am the Stillness
I am the Dance
I am Destiny
I am Chance
I am the Word
I am the Sound
I am what You seek
But never found
I am your Consciousness
I am what you see
I am You
And You are Me...
the eternal crashing of the waves into the rocks
as the sea rushes to meet the land
drawn by some force, larger than itself.
an endless yearning for oneness...
towards the horizon, the endless ocean
merges into the gray blue sky
drawn by some force, larger than itself.
the artist smudges the line between water and space...
the fiery sun watches and mocks the sea
as it pines and yearns for the impossible,
each particle dancing its own cosmic dance
at the command of the salty wind and the cold moon.
but everyday the sun forgets
that it moves towards an inevitable end
drawn by some force, larger than itself.
it grows red and melts into the aquamarine...
the fire, the earth, the water, the wind and endless space
bound together in this cosmic dance.
fulfilling some need to merge into one- momentarily, eternally
drawn by some force, larger than themselves...
Tracy Has a Carpet;
it's a magic carpet.
It flies about in starry skies
and takes us far beyond the lies.
The Garden of Dreams in the Land of Love
with honeydew flowers and the golden dove;
all the wonders you wanted to see,
rivers of chocolate and a candy tree!
The piper plays his haunting song,
the ladies dance and sing along.
The moon silently shines and smiles
and lights the place for miles and miles.
Tracy Has a Carpet;
it's a magic carpet.
It flies about in starry skies
and takes us far beyond the lies.
The Enchanted Forest, the Eternal Woods,
where lives the great wizard Xabudz,
comes alive with the nightingale's song;
nothing's amiss nothing is wrong.
And Xabudz stands tall with his greying beard
flowing in the air (it looks a little weird).
He casts a spell of a wonderful kind
and clears the cobwebs of the mind.
Tracy Has a Carpet;
it's a magic carpet.
It flies about in starry skies
and takes us far beyond the lies.
saal ki pahli baarish mein dhula hua ye shehar...
roshni aur chakachaundh mein ghula hua ye shehar...
jaane kya maangta hai, aasmaan chahta hai...
apni hi zameen ko bhoola hua ye shehar...
or 'stuff you'll never get to read in the magazine' (working title)
Communism. An idea that promised to change this dreary world we live in into Paradise. An idea offering equality to all. An idea which most of the world believes has failed miserably.
So what is the idea and why did it fail? We brought together some ‘eminent’ panelists to discuss the issue.
The Panel:
Karl Marx – German political philosopher, author of the Communist Manifesto and really cool dude with a bushy beard.
Iosef Vissarionovich Stalin – Baap of all Dictators who would cause you to pause and exclaim ‘Moochein ho to Stalin jaisi, warna na ho.’
Steve – American Hippie dude
Mukherjee – Bengali Babu (Not at all representative of the Bengalis in general, who are, as I’ve learnt from experience, really nice, intelligent people.)
Yours Truly – Mostly silent observer.
Yours Truly (YT): So…Mr. Marx, would you like to make the opening statement?
Karl Marx (KM): Ja. (Clears throat) The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles.
Steve (S) (Lighting up a joint): Yeah dude! I struggled a lot in class too. The Man always makes it too tough for us simple folk.
KM: Nein. What I meant was that oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in the common ruin of the contending classes.
Steve gets really confused, then shakes it off and puffs away to glory.
Mukherjee (M) (thoughtfully): Marx-da, I don’t really understand, but I totally agree with you. These oppressors, I tell you. We Bengalis fought so hard for independence and then all the PM’s come from that pathetic state U.P.
KM: This isn’t about your country! The communist agenda applies to the proletariat everywhere, regardless of nationality.
Iosef Vissarionovich Stalin (IVS) (with evil glint in eyes): The whole world? Interesting. Tell me more about this system of yours.
KM: The state which will come about as a result of the Workers’ revolution will own all the land, all industrial activities, all credit. In short, the state shall control the whole economy through central planning. Also, education, communications and transport will be exclusively the preserve of the state. Everyone will work equally and get paid equally.
S (coming back to reality): But I’m not good at anything dude. What work will I do?
KM: The state will ensure work for everyone.
S: You mean I can be incompetent and still earn money? Thank God!
KM: God is an illusion. Religion is the opiate of the masses.
S: Really? And to think I’ve been paying that damned dealer so much money when the church is giving it away for free. Dude! Radical!
KM: Dummkopf!
IVS: Forget about him Comrade Karl. So you are saying the state controls everything? That means the state is the Absolute Power. So whoever leads the state is the Most Powerful Person in the world! I love this ideology of yours.
M: Me too Marx-da. We can teach anything we like in the schools! We’ll make Bangla the national language.
KM: You are not really getting my point. The state is not one person or a small collective. It is run by all the workers in the world.
YT: How the heck can 6 billion people agree on anything? Even my own wife doesn’t agree with me 96.78% of the time.
KM: All men are brothers. They will find a way to run the state collectively to benefit everyone.
S (gets excited): Far out dude! We’ll all live together as brothers. It’ll be like Woodstock all over again. I could like this commie thing after all. (Takes a pull on his reefer) Radical!
IVS (with a conniving grin): Da! The people will elect their leader who will run everything. I’ll rule over the world in the interest of the workers because only a Man of Steel, like me, can be the true leader.
KM: You don’t understand. The Proletariat is an entity in itself. It does not need a leader.
M: How can there be no leader? How will the people know what to do if Jyoti-da doesn’t tell them?
IVS (moustache bristling with rage): Zhotida, or whatever his name is, is not telling anybody anything. I represent the will of the workers. I am The Boss. Do you get it?
M (filled with fear): Whatever you say Comrade Boss.
KM (vexed): There is no boss. The Proletariat is supreme.
IVS: Shut up Comrade! Or I will have you arrested, tortured and killed without trial for resisting the will of the workers. Lt. Rasputin of the KGB is really good at this sort of stuff. Comrade Mukherjee, let’s set the revolution into motion. It’s time to control the world.
M: Stalin-da jindabad! Communisht party jindabad! Marx-er tanashahi cholbe na! (Long live Stalin! Long live the Communist party! Marx’s tyranny will not be tolerated!)
Mukherjee stages a walkout.
S (to IVS): So dude, when does the concert begin?
IVS: What concert?
S: The greatest rock concert ever man. Let’s stick it to the Man!
IVS: Only I can decide who plays music and when. I am the man and nobody sticks it to me!
S: No fair dude! What about being brothers and shit? I think you suck man.
IVS: You will think what the State wants you to think. Comrade Rasputin, take this despicable free-thinker away. Dissent will not be tolerated.
All of a sudden a few men, wearing red army uniforms, appear out of nowhere and take a protesting Steve away.
IVS: Now, if you comrades will excuse me, I have to take care of all the dissenters and free-thinkers in the world.
KM: You are just replacing the whole bourgeoisie with yourself. This is not Communism!
IVS: It is now. And you better keep quiet or I’ll hang you in Dzerzhinsky Square.
Stalin leaves.
KM: What have I done? This wasn’t what I had thought. I believed I could lead people to Utopia.
YT: I thought you were an intelligent guy, but you are as stupid as the rest of us. No idea is better than those who profess it. And the fact is that most humans are selfish, ignorant idiots. Therefore, no idea in the world can bring about utopia. Communism, capitalism, anarchism, fundamentalism, all the isms just end up dividing men into artificial groups. So just relax. Your ideology may have failed, but none has succeeded.
Do you still think an idea can change the world?
the wind sighs through the
trees outside my window as
the darkness gathers.
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the walrus and the
carpenter are striving to
make fools of us all.
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whoever said that
God is a nice guy, never
met Him in person.
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beware the monstrous
clutches of the creature they
call by many names.
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the light of knowledge
spreads through the darkest of minds...
Utopia comes.
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- Kakafukino Infinata (1101-1213 AD)
or 'i never told you so part 2'(working title)
exciting news: i'm vanilla!!!(i'm just being stupid...don't mind me)
| You Are Vanilla Ice Cream |
 Your personality is anything but "vanilla" You're a risk taker, who's up for anything new. You go well with anyone and fit into any situation. You are most compatible with rocky road ice cream. |
| Your Birthdate: October 27 |
 You are a spiritual soul - a person who tries to find meaning in everything. You spend a good amount of time meditating, trying to figure out life. Helping others is also important to you. You enjoy social activities with that goal. You are very generous and giving. Yet you expect very little in return. Your strength: Getting along with anyone and everyone Your weakness: Needing a good amount of downtime to recharge Your power color: Cobalt blue Your power symbol: Dove Your power month: September |
| You Are a Chimera |
 You are very outgoing and well connected to many people. Incredibly devoted to your family and friends, you find purpose in nurturing others. You are rarely alone, and you do best in the company of others. You are incredibly expressive, and people are sometimes overwhelmed by your strong emotions. |
| In 1983 (the year you were born) |
 Ronald Reagan is president of the US Sally Ride becomes the first American woman to travel in space Marines are killed when a TNT laden suicide terrorists blows up Marine headquarters at Beirut International Airport US Marines and Rangers invade the island of Grenada and evacuate hundreds of US citizens The Soviets shoot down Korean Airlines flight 007 The Internet Domain Name System was invented by Paul Mockapetris Ronald Wilson Reagan signs a bill creating Martin Luther King Day Return of the Jedi is the top grossing film "Every Breath You Take" by The Police spends the most time at the top of US charts The A-Team and Webster premiere |
| You Are A Walnut Tree |
 You are strange and full of contrasts... the oddball of your group. You are unrelenting and you have unlimited ambition. Not always liked but always admired, you are more infamous than famous. You are aggressive and spontaneous, and your reactions are often unexpected. A jealous and passionate person, you are difficult in romantic relationships. |
| You Are 89% Tortured Genius |
 You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood. Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island. |
| You Are the Ego |
 You take a balanced approach to your life. You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones. But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does. You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess. |
| Your Personality Is Like Heroin |
 You're capable of the highest highs and the lowest lows. Addicted to feeling good, you'll do almost anything to avoid pain. People seek you out, even though you can be quite moody. They're hooked on you! |
| Your Brain is Purple |
 Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense. Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself. |
| You Are 32% Capitalist, 68% Socialist |
 You tend to be quite wary of businesses, especially big business. While you know that corporations have their place, you tend to support small, locally owned shops. As far as the rich go, you think they're usually corrupt and immoral. |
| You Are 60% Politically Radical |
 You've got some radical viewpoints, but you aren't completely nuts. You're more of a visionary than a radical. |
| You Are 74% Misanthropic |
 Here's the truth: Most people suck. You are just lucky enough to know it. You're not ready to go live alone in a cave - but you're getting there. |
standard routine for boredom...give stupid tests on the net and post the answers on your blog...
| You Are 88% Open Minded |
 You are so open minded that your brain may have fallen out! Well, not really. But you may be confused on where you stand. You don't have a judgemental bone in your body, and you're very accepting. You enjoy the best of every life philosophy, even if you sometimes contradict yourself. |
| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid Disorder: | Very High |
| Schizoid Disorder: | Moderate |
| Schizotypal Disorder: | Moderate |
| Antisocial Disorder: | High |
| Borderline Disorder: | Moderate |
| Histrionic Disorder: | Very High |
| Narcissistic Disorder: | Very High |
| Avoidant Disorder: | Moderate |
| Dependent Disorder: | Moderate |
| Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder: | Moderate |
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- -- Personality Disorders -- | |
zindagi jab bhi teri bazm mein laati hai humein
ye zameen chaand se behtar nazar aati hai humein...
kisses in the rain,
coffee and clouds,
the starry skies,
the moonlit nights,
chocolates and ice cream,
the look in your eyes...
you're all i'll ever want
surkh phoolon se mehak uthti hain dil ki raahein
din dhale yun teri aawaaz bulati hai humein...
the way you smell,
the way you talk,
the way you smile,
the way you walk,
the way you laugh with twinkling eyes,
the way you feign anger when you can't stop smiling,
the way you talk about the future,
the way you fit right into my arms...
you're all i'll ever love
yaad teri kabhi dastak, kabhi sargoshi se
raat ke pichhle pehar roz jagaati hai humein...
waking up next to you,
watching tv together,
listening to songs while holding hands,
slipping those three magic words into your ear
with oblivious people around,
sitting together, no need for words...in silent lucidity...
you're all i'll ever need
har mulaqat ka anjaam judaai kyun hai
ab to har waqt yahi baat sataati hai humein...
through coffee and cats,
chicken and shrimps,
clouds and dreams,
foggy streets and rain,
bright mornings and starry nights,
golden green and pink and white...
you have me...forever...
zindagi jab bhi teri bazm mein laati hai humein
ye zameen chaand se behtar nazar aati hai humein...
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one more chapter ends
a new one about to start
the story goes on
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the evil in us
never takes a day off and
tells us what to do
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when we are happy
the winter of life appears
and takes it away
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lizards all around
clicking in the springtime of
youth and decadence
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who calls for me now
in the monsoon of sorrow
with that wailing shriek
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fat lizard on the wall to my left...unmoving...fat, ugly, lazy thing...is everything in this world beautiful?
is anything?
given a choice, would you lie to someone close to keep them happy, temporarily, or would you tell them the truth and cause them pain?
is time linear or do we only perceive it that way?
is there anybody out there?
helllooooo?!?!?
what is our true purpose in life? attaining perfection or forever striving to be better?
is it right to break the dreams of others to fulfill your own?
can dreams ever be fulfilled?
is god an omnipotent, omniscient, benevolent being who is testing our faith or is she a prankster, having fun at our expense?
does god exist or was he created in man's own image?
was the indus valley civilisation an early vedic settlement or was it destroyed by incoming aryan hordes?
does it really matter?
does anything really matter?
did i make any sense?
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read my latest post and zero's reply on infinity and zero...
it's all about the freedom to choose and whether a choice really matters when there are much larger issues at stake...
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From the Archives:
" Yash, maan, khyati... Na, chai na...Ami udbo, gaan gaibo..." -From the play 'Tota Kahini' by Gautam Sengupta based on a short story by Rabindranath Tagore.
an attempt to change...to become a more frequent blogger...more committed blogger...i hope i can change...if nothing else, at least i've changed the blog title to better reflect myself...
i was sitting about one day when, on a friend's recommendation, i heard the song 'silent lucidity' by queensryche...the phrase occurs just once in the song but it immediately caught my attention...the result was a poem that follows...
stealing moments from the fabric of time
the rains, the moon, the stars, the cats,
stolen kisses come floating back...
our eyes met, time ceased to flow,
words slipped away as we stood there...
in silent lucidity....
and though you say that things have changed
and though you say i'm not the same
i'm still the crazy boy in love with you
you're still the silly girl falling for me
no need for words, we still stand...
in silent lucidity...
stolen moments from the fabric of time
will forever bring back the rains, the moon,
the stars, the cats, the stolen kisses...
and we'll stand here face to face
without time, without words...
in silent lucidity....
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