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.

Amidst the madding crowd.

Watching the people in the crowd has its own charm, more so, of a witty manner. Watching the peculiar actions and the ways people behave in the crowd can be quite an amusing experience, some are of the type who think nobody is paying heed to what they are doing , while others are overtly conscious and their each and every act is governed by their philosphy that they are under constant and cruel scrutiny by the people around them, and then there are another altogether different and special breed of people who have to show-off, attract attention of people around them.

Most favourable places for watching people in their acts are bus stops, train stations, or a crowded market, basically every place where people gather for sometime and have some time to kill, or where people are sitting, waiting or standing aimlessly.

Talking of the first category, people who think nobody is paying attention to what they are doing such people might almost contribute a-third of the said, (well no official-stats but a guesstimate) these people are most likely seen picking their nose in a really wild and savage manner as if they have just found an enormous bulk of mucus which they had been hunting for, from a long time in that cavity and if they would not execute this task now, their prey might again be lost into infinity, and hence the urge to pick it out is so strong they almost loose the crowd around them and have a few fits of orgasm , each time their drive is successful.The other common act you can witness is people rubbing their groins through their pants in public, of course as if nobody ever saw them doing it, even if somebody did, for them it was just a gesture of giving themselves an itsy-bitsy pleasure and itch at the same time, and their vox populi would immediately consent to the fact that nobody from the public would ever mind such a tiny gesture of self-pleasure.

The second kinds ,they might not be the most interesting people in what they do, but it could be interesting to predict what they might do next, for example a very conscious girl who just walks up to a bus-stop would not look into anybody's eyes, may be just walk up to the billboard which might display the schedules of buses and their routes, this might not sound interesting to most of us, what's interesting is what she is likely to do after she has scanned the timings, fares, routes for the n-th time and finally she decides she has spent too much time scanning the info, and she better find something else to do to keep herself busy and, she most likely would walk a little backwards from the board only to step on somebody's foot, or drop the drink or her purse that she was carrying, close to some garbage neatly kept aside.

The least interesting people among these are those who decide to dedicate themselves to the entertainment of the people around them, and since everything they do is predictable and repeatable, they are monotonous and hence not too interesting to somebody who would be wishing to watch some unpredictability and a little more amateur disposition. They are most likely to talk loudly on mobile phones , laugh loudly , make sudden 360 degree turns and stand in postures that are likely to protrude their body parts which they think look awesome on them and are likely to catch people's attention. They might even show strong and sudden emotions on their face like that of disappointment or happiness to make sure they are constantly being noticed by the poor people who only watch in dismay as if some creature absconded from the city zoo.

To me, I am not known

Not a believer inside the mosque, am I,
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites,
Not the pure amongst the impure,
Neither Moses nor the Pharaoh.

Bulleh! To me, I am not known…

Not in the holy Vedas, am I,
Nor in opium, neither in wine,
Not in the drunkard’s craze,
Neither awake, nor in a sleeping daze.

Bulleh! To me, I am not known…

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I,
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire,
Not from water, nor from earth,
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth.

Bulleh! To me, I am not known…

Not an Arab, nor Lahori,
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri,
Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawri,
Nor do I live in Nadaun.

Bulleh! To me, I am not known…

Secrets of religion, I have not known,
From Adam and Eve, I am not born,
I am not the name I assume,
Not in stillness, nor on the move.

Bulleh! To me, I am not known…

I am the first, I am the last,
None other, have I ever known,
I am the wisest of them all,
Bulleh! Do I stand alone?

Bulleh! To me, I am not known…

---(Originally composed by) Baba Bulleh Shah [1680-1758]

Your delicacy could wipe out an entire species!!!

The rising furore between Japan and Australia over the hunting down of humpback and minke whales puts forth the need to contemplate over the question, Is the urge to follow one tradition or tasting one delicacy so intense as to have the willingness to put the existence of an entire species at stake, to wipe out the entire genre of species from the face of the earth which the nature has saved in its womb for ages?

And above all a specie which is enjoying life on its own in the deepest precincts of the earth ignorant of the existence of other species which it has nothing to do with, including humans ,and nowhere posing any threats to humans not just because it intends to live in harmony with the rest of the animate world, but because it is too busy enjoying the life in that isolated world with its own kin unaware that some deathly claws are planning to advance towards it.