My broken headsets...

I broke my Sony headsets yesterday...it is pretty bad...they were like $30..but ofcourse its not the money..its the memories they were attached with, they were always there with me, even when i dint know or dint realize they were there!!, i remember the first time when i was travelling to France from Austria on Eurorail, it was so beautiful, perhaps the most picturesque landscape one can see, passing through the fields plush green bordering Switzerland, all these times i never even realized i had these headsets in my bag, even if i had i would give it a *shit*.

These were the same headsets i dont exactly remember when i bought them, not even sure if they cost me $30, perhaps it was a lot less, but yes one thing i clearly remember whenever i used to see these, i would always envy the headsets others would plug on their ears. Or when i look back at the times i went out with my cute little friends cycling across Bodensee, they were always there, SHE was always there, riding her bicycle in front of me, since i was missing headlights in my bicycle, and she would always look back to make sure i was Okay, it was only a month or may be 6 months after that, that i bought these headsets, well am sure it was 2006.

Its strange, humans can become so emotional and attached to things that are just nothing, nada, zip!!(ohh dont gimme that crap..)

Looking at these headsets, I remember when i had gone to Israel, think it was the month of January and it was really cold out there, wasnt prepared for such a weather and i went out to buy a jacket, nice one Puma, it cost me 270 shekels, wasnt too much for a nice comfy Puma jacket, i dont even remember if i was already owning these headsets or not (??!!??). But what really surprises me is the ability of a tiny little headset to stimulate memories.

The only thing i feel like doing at the moment as i watch this broken piece of a headset, is to go to the nearby Radioshacks and buy a pair of new ones, but i know this cycle would go on forever, a new headset, a new bond, new memories..(yawn)

Fragmentation - Unbelievable insights!!

Fragmentation is the new word "in".. the whole world is fragmenting...people, animals, stones, countries, marriages..and what not !?!

Though its quite a sad state, but its inevitable, very few people and processes can minimize if not avoid fragmentation. There are people who are constantly trying to avoid fragmentation meticulously, commendable, though their numbers are constantly decreasing, or else they are constantly being labelled as "control freaks" (another "in" word!!!).

The only few entities (or whatever!!) that have been able to give fragmentation a complete jolt are Germany, Vietnam, China among a few others. East and West Germany integrated to form Germany...so did North and South Vietnam and Hong Kong and China.

I hope some day on the lines of East and West Germany , East India and West Indies would come together and be part of India. (WTH!!!)

Well, talking a little more about Fragmentation , its nothing new and nothing that we can help, the net entropy of the universe is constantly increasing, we cannot stop it, though we can slow it. Its complicated. It expects all of us to be equally intelligent (okie, i broke the chain!!), nevertheless there is not much that can be done, the future of the world lies not in the hands of those who know we can change it, rather in the hands of those who don't care about it, cos the latter outnumber the former.

* I hope i don't hurt any feelings, i am just in lines with the ideology of my blog.

Starting with I

This is probably the first time am posting something on one of my blogs in the first person, not that i am against posting on the blogs in the first person, but i somehow believe my piece of personal-shit (pardon my vulgarity) as opposed to official-shit (which is all this blog is all about) is only for myself ..and that i dont have to go blabbering about it on my blog...Anyws also that i think i am one of the greatest (self-proclaimed) advocates of anti-prejudicism ...i decided to give in..!! :(

But am pretty sure this would rather be an exception than everytime explicitly expressing (watch the alliteration!!) my thoughts as my own rather than implicitly trying to express it as general opinion which is also usually a more agreeable one.

Anyhow, I remember while i was still in the school and in the initial years of my college...i was a real big fan of Jagjit Singh..had come across some of his best and marvellous gazals in those times, and which are still close to my heart,...anyws how today i suddenly started reflecting upon this is cos i came across this gazal of his and liked it instantly...(dunno how i missed out on this beautiful gazal of his all this time!) :

kabhi guncha kabhi shola kabhi shabnam kee tarah
log milte hain badalte huye mausam kee tarah

mere mehboob mere pyaar ko ilzaam na de
hijr mein eed manaayee hai moharrum ki tarah

maine khushboo kee tarah tujhko kiya hai mehsoos
dil ne chheda hai teri yaad ko shabnam ki tarah

kaise ham-dard ho tum kaisee masihaayee hai
dil pe nashtar bhi lagaate ho to marham ki tarah

Human mind

Human mind is susceptible to adulteration and subservient to indoctrination by the diffusion of imperceptible brain waves carried on from one irresolute mind to the other or from one irresolute mind to a more resolute one, resulting in a catastrophe where each mind is left as vacillating as the other. And while the scattering of these contaminated waves is as natural and obvious as any other earthbound process, like the impregnation of stigma by pollen seeping in multitudes, the reverse is, if not impossible, yet,implausible!

What it leaves dangling is the question, "what is the remedy for such indoctrination ?", the classical axiom "prevention is better than cure" transcends beyond its usual meaning, remember about the implausibility !?!

Prevention, in precision, would be commanding and questioning the precept and keeping it chaste.

Beneath the fears.

All of us have fears, fears of the living, fears of the dead, fears of the light, fears of the dark, but there are certain fears that can't be categorized among any of these, there are all sorts of weird things that exist and some of us know about them, some of us don't, but then there are certain things that exist and we all know that it exists, but we dont know what is it..we are just aware of its presence, but we cant tell its form, we can tell that its watching us, but we aint sure what it intends, whatever it is, it is too powerful to be a human, too patient to be mortal, too nimble to be inanimate and too subtle to be docile.

It constantly keeps oscillating in the panoramic view of the visual perceptions, but its too quick for the nerves to decode its pattern. You dont know its contours, nor you are ever sure of its co-ordinates and nobody can predict what it wants, nor anybody can relate some of the strange things that happen in our lives with it, but it does instil into the blood, in the gray matter, into the minuscule driblets of sweat on the foreheard, drop-by-drop, a strange fear, a fear of the unknown.

It walks as you walk, it stops as you stop, or sometimes makes a full circle around you , as you stand still, it listens to what you say, and it listens to what you don't, it does not speak, but it can make a sound when its dark, and when there is nobody around, and when your sleep is fragile, it makes meekly audible sounds, clear enough to be heard, difficult enough to be deciphered, but once you hear it , you can't ignore it and you cant explain it, it fastens your heartbeat, numbs your feet, and you are completely awake from your sleep and you wish that you were not, and you wish it was just a figment of your imagination, but your brain simply refuses to accept such refutations, it cant accuse its own self for performing its function.

It knows that it is always around, always in the viewport, but when you are alone and when its dark it emerges from the background.

Denial has been in the flesh and blood of the humans, they denied the God and crucified the Christ, they denied his wisdom and poisoned Socrates, but disbelief does not affect the truth, though it does acknowledge it in a way, somewhere in the remotest precincts of the brain.

Innocent perpetrators.

Constant upheaving by little monsters who were granted refuge over a small planet , and then their storming of their own saviour, ravishing it, commiting the most heinous crimes, pouring chemicals on its face, strangulating it in sheaths of choking plastics, a careful or even a careless look around would speak for itself, of the libertine and savage manner in which this assault has taken place.

Somebody will have to pay the price for the havoc it has been wreaked upon, but nobody fears, cos nobody knows who would be victimized by the divine vengeance, ignorance is bliss, each of them are sure that their little acts have gone unnoticed and each of them are sure even if someday they do get victimized, it would not be worse than what can happen at the most, and what would certainly happen someday, thus freeing them from the fear of the consequences and imparting them an additional push to madly keep on multiplying their input to the entropy.

People are funny and smart, but while they can only be funny, they cannot be smart to the powers that they know little about, to powers which are capable of divesting the soul and reading its thoughts, you can kill and get away from the law, but you step on an ant and can't get away from this power.

Its funny everytime they do an act of selfishness, to everything mortal, everything preserved by the mystic forces, it gets jotted down in books that they don't know much about and while they can still ignore the existence of such manuscripts which would hold all their acts of irresponsibility, they should know once and for all, somebody has to bear the brunt of the mischief that they have done, and if there are powers that would go on rampage when enraged, then they be sure that there would be those powers too, which would axe the guilty.

The riding wind.

To one doused by waves returning towards the shores, the riding wind is an assurance that survival is protected by meeker forces and devastation patronized by stronger.

The sand under the feet only serves as witness to the unrelenting truth and camaraderie between the likes,... likes of forces, ...likes of dispositions, but it is indifferent, incredulous, it serves as an abyss with its ends joining the two, being the soft,wet earth for some while unwilling,recoiling,vanishing terra firma for others.

A flying bird witnesses this capricious proclivity of the earth and educates itself to dwell somewhere high up, away from its reach.