The Chemistry of Life

Life have a chemistry...One will realize that in some unexpected moments...
The rythm of life the Raga of the great cycle.....
some will get tuned to it early nd some later...
any way to realize it nd accept it is a must to reach the other end of the turbulous wave...THE LIFE....
I found it many time..unexpected..but left it behind unrecognized....
I heard the humming tune in the breeze.... but...
i saw it in the sea shore...in the sun set.... but....
i saw it in the laughs of my dear ones...but...
even it appeard againg in the tear drops of my favourite eyes.... but...
i was not tuned to accept it and recognize it.....my fault...A GREAT MISTAKE...
i got wounded many times...bled away my consiousness...but still..
i got praised for my little deeds...nd some times stoned and bleed hevily..but...
My worm rolls in the skull was not enough mature to realise the simple tune of life.. the great chemistry... of the UNIVERSE....The raga behind every blooming....
i end up nowhere..with everything... but nothing...
the clouds coverd my horizons and mask my light ...my SUN...But....Still...
After a long hectic journy with many wounds and an empty bag..Now i am realizing what i left behind unattended...
i am goin to catch it and held it to my chest...as my heart beat..so near to it...
in this terrestrial climate... i am sure .... i will be comfortable...AT LAST....

winter once again

Once aging got delhi is sheding it leaves. she is welcoming the winter. Delhi is famous for her notorious terrestrial climate.It is difficult to adjust with her hots and colds. still everyone is eagerly waiting to see her in fur coat.
I am still in my summer outfits and sweating to find a place to rest for the time being. winter season gives every beating hearts a place to rest. even the siberian cranes find abode in far away distances. I am strugling to get a place in this universe.
Delhi is busy but sh consers everyone. She will not desert any being and left to die in cod winds. I am hopefull to welcome my horizons which will lead me t my resting place.
sorry, boaring it is time to get a Rajaii and some woolen cloths. Delhi winds are whisling to alert me of the nearing cold happy months!!!

The Mother

She woke up early, and makes her routines for two works.
One for the family and the other also for the family; an earning job
She left home for office; worked hard and came late in the evening
Inhabitants of the house called WE were resting all the daylong fearing the hot sun and dusty wind outside.
She makes the food and cleans the house, washes our cloths and closed her eyes for and early morning wake.
She seasoned with the humiliations and hardwork and became THE SHE.

We made her eyes wet
We made her anxious
We made her viable
We made her head down
We made her desert her wishes
We made her desert her comforts
We made her nights sleepless
We made her hopeless
We made her pessimistic
We made her bankrupt
We made her a patient
We banned her medicines
We tore her dresses
We pour tar on her face
We injured her and salted her wounds
We made her homeless
We raped her in public
We killed her

When she vanished, we felt hungry
When she vanished, we felt thirsty
When she vanished, we felt insecure
When she vanished, we felt homeless
When she vanished, we felt bankrupt
When she vanished, we felt naked
When she vanished, we felt wounded
When she vanished, we felt being raped
When she vanished, we felt tarnished
When she vanished, we felt death
When she vanished, we died

The nightmare gone and we woke up
She was our bedside like an angel
She was caring us while we slept
She smiled and put her hands on our head
We cried aloud and hugged her
We called her MOTHER
All the universe joined our chorus.

Warm breeze will cure our thirst

• We the human are very thirsty. They will go to the extreme level to find new things. We love adventures. We are much exploratory. So We began exploring the ecology of biosphere. First slow, then came a pace which have no care to the Bio webs and rhythms. So at last what happened? Everything intertwined, oxygen with monoxide and methane with halogen…. Everything began to beat him in return of his thirst. The warm breeze from the polar region is pushing him to the AC room. It is a bigning. Beware Fire winds are coming from the Eather shorty…

Back to womb through the tomb

Glaciers Retrieve, Forest Shrink, Mountain Barren, and the Ocean rises we are descending a steep deep. Millions before when Earth was a hot piece with volcanic eruptions and hot gases with a dusty sky overlapping, climbing of life’s trajectory to a height starts. Amoeba, to little creatures to gigantic phantoms dominated her, then the big false of creation came; the Man. He eliminated almost every thing stand in front of him and makes earth his own exclusive dwelling place. He was achieving the heights of life every moment. He swam the deepest oceans, go under and flied the heights of the blue above him. He penetrated through the atmospheric shell and wandered the timeless space. Explored planets, stars and galaxies. He attained the maximum height of life’s everest. Now it is the time to descend the frightening steep; to the nothing ness, to the bigning….
While descending we will came over the past; Wars, the stone age, gigantic flies and killing volcanic gases will came across him. Then he will retrieves to the womb; the womb of time to nothingness. He will vanish and wait in that timeless womb waiting the mother earth to cool and the life to sparkle again…….

Worrying Hunger

I have great hunger. Nothing could satisfy my fire inside. As the wild fire eats the bushes and trees and still spreads to the horizon, I too aimed the horizon(not knowing the sun too set down there!). I firstly burned down my father, and then my mother, my brothers and I burned down my home. I was duff out of that mad hunger; I didn’t hear any cries rising from the burning fire. After all became ashes I turned to my relatives. But they where clever, they came before my home fell down through the backyard and took the items and left, they boarder me with fire line then. I can’t approach them; Out of fury, I burned the neighboring places. But that time I could hear my kins laughter. My resources shortened; still the burning hunger from my "kundalini" does not subside.
(To be continued...)

Reflections

Through our village river Pampa is passing. The life of the villagers is related to her in one or another way. Everyone is finding a kind of egoistic pleasure in possessing her. She was also happy and reflected the reverence we the villagers gave her. This is a flash back some ten to fifteen years back. Pampa flowed without any interruptions. During summer season She will reveal her banks with full of golden sands. All the villagers enjoyed on those vast sandy banks. We celebrated many festivals, conventions and circus there. Every Friday evening there will raise a makeshift market selling almost everything. Vegetables, dresses and makeup goods will be the attraction of the women of the village. Men will be happy to roam the market and buying some fishes or meet and then they will take some Country spirits which was also sold secretly and waited, sitting in the sand dunes telling some blunders each other. When their women came back the evening sun will be settling down spreading a burning tint in the horizon. In the evening we, children will be playing football, on her beautiful sandy banks. After that we will find some time for fishing (a time pass, not for eating) and swimming. She had such sweet water flowing from the evergreen forest upstream that we many times drank it. It has some wild taste of freshness, when she flowed through virgin forests she take some essence from those wild unknown herbs…
We all grow healthily, mainly because of Pampa and her vast sandy banks. Thickets, bushy and marshy areas bordered her sand banks. Many unknown fruits and plants invited colorful birds and bees. There was a perfectly independent ecosystem, a miniature of our mother earth, revolving around her. Fishes and birds danced, wind sang and the sun painted in spectral colors. All my beautiful memories of childhood lay there, on the banks of Pampa, Un raped, fresh and wild
(To be continued...)

Postmodern politics and writing

There was a politician who wrote many books, infact in hundreds!! He was also an active environmentalist. Can u guess who? I will give u some clues. He is arrogant, insincere and wore a big mask like “Kuttipattar”. He is a self publishing traveler. Don’t get him? Then some more my immediate experiences with him may reveal him to u.
Once upon that time he promised me a job. I waited hoping a writer cum environmentalist is reliable and sincere. I have the definite qualifications and experience for that job, so I was more optimistic. But when I saw him in metro he reacted arrogantly like a person having piles. His facial lines multiplied, and eyes bulged as if he was booze yesterday. I left him thinking about the postmodern politics and writing and of course environment.

A journey..Endless….

When the cartridge of fire finishes, one felt he is entering a new danger; he search for other alternatives. He himself will change into a bullet and piers through the society to emptiness, infact to the outer space.
There also he will be welcomed by flying terrestrial bodies and he feel helpless to find something to defend. He searches for a foot grip and found the vastness of nothingness. Then the ultimate sound, the mother of all sounds “Oum”(Ooom), whispers in his ear about Maya. He regrets and repents deeply and wants to say sorry hundred times to hundred people. But; he is in a place of no return; all the maya is far behind him. Slowly he finds his place, his orbit; and started to rotate, with the rhythmic “Oumkar” sound whistling his endless journey.

The Real measurement

What is a scale? To measure something, am I right? We have measured so many things till date. Distance-, nanometers to light-year , time, heat and humidity, hight and low, intelligent quotient, love, lie, carbonating and today’s “dating’..ok?
Then came a question is the scale is real or imaginatory? Was it accepted for the easy going of humanity. Is there any time and height in this timeless and boundless eather? All scales are for the calculations of mankind. He cannot be happy without calculations? Surely all the scales and measurements are for men and not animals. Can u think of a dog or donkey looking at there watch and talking in a mobile? No?
Ok my question is what is the measurement of success? When we came to the last rest house to our travel to infinity, and when we look back ward how can one assess his whole life? Whether a success or a failure?Of course neighbors simply calculate once success by checking his bank accounts. Is it acceptable?

Precious Drop and fragile web

Every metro is facing the same problem; the problem of pure water. Delhi is no exemption. When people are gathering in the metro from nearby and faraway distances to find a descent livelihood the colonies enlarges. Only the basic structure of a two story changes to a multistory. The basic need of human being the water remains in the backyard unanswerable. We can see in the early morning people waiting in a long queue to collect water for their cut down needs. Of course it is a shame for the people who have a vast river lying so near by. The river Yamuna;once flowed with rustling fresh water all length long (some 1350 kms) is now at the verge of death. The greedy and irresponsible industrialists and common people put the last nail on her coffin. While we cross the bridge across Yamuna we will feel sympathy of her worn out cloths. We will surely close our nose to prevent the rotting stench from entering our soul. Some Rs 800 crore is funded to purify the river. The Yamuna Action Plan will not be a full success; it is sure. Yamuna is decaying for the last one or two decades and it is far away from the surgerical gloves. No doctor alone or no action plan can save her and reinstate the fresh current through her veins. …(to be continued on demand..)

ministry where many snoar

The first day of Bloging. have to wait some days to confirm its value. had lunch, sitting in the ministry's wild where everyone is idle. somebody is snoring near me. can u guess who is that?

Yamuna's black water in bed coffe cup

guys,
I wake up early morning, when the midsummer sun smiles and i stood in my balcony standing and watching his smiles changes to a cruel laughter. when it starts i came inside my walls and started the cooler took a book and wandered in imagination.
My wife gave me a cup of black tea, i sipped it and thought the black waters of Yamuna. Yesterday i had written about her poisonous black waters.