Maybe the Buddha was right.

Sometimes you feel so absolutely utterly despicibly insignificant.It is not relative when you see what apogees another has touched and where you have been left behind.It is when you realise that if you were to die or disappear tomorrow, it would make no difference to the world.Or anybody in it.

Must we always need to be needed?Is it only when someone can die so you live, that existence translates into life?But then what kind of life is it that is based solely on incessant assurance?

Perhaps the Middle Path DOES make sense.But i cannot get myself to look at it in any way save as an escape route.I want the roller-coaster ride.The trouble is i suddenly don't want it when it is in full throttle.

It is a sickening feeling...when you want something so bad that you remain unsatiated even long after you have got it.

And then there are those you love so much that you hate them if they change anything you love about them.And then you begin to doubt your abilities to love.Worse, you refrain from loving again.Another extremism, another part of you numbed.

There are no answers to this because no answers are desired.Sometimes we like to revel in our misery, and an answer would only ruin the fun.

QUATRAINS:Them Who Sicken The World.

QUATRAINS: Them Who Sicken The World.


But Tolstoy wrote in a day and age
When privacy still held the edge.
Today we walk in a park and find
The ‘Bush’ behind a hedge.


One man presents the other cheek
And an empire moves.
Another kills to prove his God
And thus his God disproves.


He struck a fire in a million hearts
They killed a million Jews.
He took his life and now another
Another million woos.


They spend their lives collecting land
WINNING! At any cost.
Then search within them for a soul
And weep for a kingdom lost.


“They must not live!” declared fuehrer
“That drag on humankind!”
A classic case of ‘good for man’,
Divinity, sidelined.


Do not get angry, get even!
Go settle all your scores!
It will not harm you, and at the most,
It’ll cause a few more wars.

Jaundiced Journalism

A SHORT DISCOURSE ON HOW TO AFFLICT JOURNALISM WITH JAUNDICE


Sensationalise.If u have something worth telling the world about, sensationalise it.If you have something not worth telling the world about, sensationalise it.The world does not care for what you want to tell it, it does not care whether it is worth hearing out, it does not care, period.The world, shishya, is up for grabs for you to thrill, befuddle, enchant.....it has starry eyes, not bespectacled ones.....so give it dreams, not news.

Oh yes, shishya, it is true!Think with the wondrous wisdom you have given yourself!How many love affairs has Clinton had?Where will Laxmi Mittal's daughter wed?WHYEVER DID RAHUL DRAVID DECLARE WITH SACHIN ON 194???

Can you not answer all three questions without distracting a cell in your wondrous brain?Can't they all?

You see, shishya, the world likes fairytales as much as it loves diabolic scandals.It will listen to you if you give them just that.It will worship you if you weave before them yard after magical yard about why the erstwhile First Lady of a distant nation just wasn't good enough, how many bejewelled bangles the daughter of one Indian out of a billion Indians will soon adorn her hands with, whether it was actually just plain envy on the stand-in captain's part.......believe me, shishya, the world will love you for it.

Give it , on the other hand, a simple essay on a plan to protect stray dogs in your city, and it will disown you like one.Urge them to 'do their part'(bless your soul) for the poor, and you will find yourself a part of the benefactors of your intentions.

Choose, shishya, choose wisely!

The world wants, dreams of, craves for sensation!In it's idealistic quest and find of real
reel, the one thing it will NOT respect is idealism..........it wants to see change, it will not change........so show it change.Give it movement and turbulence and rocking boats, as long it is not in them.......tell it to calm the waters, and it will look away, ignore, forget you, just like another non-sensational story.

Choose, shishya, choose!You are the maker of your own destiny!The world can look after its own.