Conflict

Do I believe? Believe in what I see, rationalism? Idealism? Practicality? Logical deductions? What people say, and what they do. What they pretend and what they are upto? The disharmony in their raised eyebrows and " I understand " In their thoughts and in their perceptions, in their beliefs, in the ideology that "we are on our own" and "unity is strength", contradictions and controversies . Their existence and in mine as in the God's and his balancer's. In action and in fate, in acceptance and in denial. In natural and supernatural, in law and in chaos, in democracy, in aristrocacy, in dooms day and in karma? On councillor's couch, in priest's preaching, in my elders experiences or in my younger's enthusiasm.. Do I believe? Can I believe? What if I believe and what if I don't?

Knowing

Approaching the crossroad, speedometer read eighty. The signboards on the right and on the top politely telling which way is where. Approaching too fast and unsure of the next turn, I decided to slow down, speedometer read forty. "In two hundred meters at the round about take the first exit" announces the voice (only) assistant of my integrated GPS ,Make P-reacher, just above the double din stereo System branded society. Only the "I"was dangling upside down from "society". Crown palace was on the left turn few miles ahead, known as Taj mahal too, to where P-reacher was trying to take me. It was funny as I don't remember punching my destination. On right turn there was a long queue of thirty two wheelers clogging the road almost entirely. Beyond the queue I could see the serene ocean, "32 wheelers to port?" I asked myself. To reach the ocean I will have to tear in between the battalion of 32 wheelers, and may be it will take time. But I could smell the ocean now. "Take the first exit and head straight for 25 miles", P-reacher commanded. But I was hardly listening.... "ocean of... " Instead of first I took the third exit, right turn to the east. Morning sun in my eyes but hardly stinging. "Reroute.. Rerouting" the P-reacher mumbled and kept on doing it till I punched right across it, why was I confused, it has to be ocean, always was, always will be. Q sera playing on society, "the future is not ours to see" The clock showed 6.00 am, the sun was almost at the top, ocean mirrored the sun as if telling me the way. "I-m-possible" a woman whispered in my right ear, "My Mom? My Fiance? My English teacher? Buzzer went off, 5.57 AM the dock on my desk displayed. I get off the bed and picked up the phone.. For first time in a very long time, I knew what I was going to say!!

CuzBuz :)

Hundred reasons, million excuses, one belief that light will prevail.

"One thing that is clearer in retrospect is stupidity, other being missed opportunity"

11.22.63 (Narrator)

  Face in the Crowd

Seeing you hazily, from the tear filled eyes,

I was Happy to break from your lies.

Wonder if it felt the same way, as it does now, Media. either print or digital, has the ability to bring bias, stereotypes, mass hysteria, Photoshop newspapers for tablets or mobile. The message this conveys won't change! The term Media is a misnomer, catalyst suits this phenomenon better.

Source: Social Media :)

Leap of Faith

And then, sometimes, it is almost a relief that there is nothing left to be done. Events wait to unfold as a spring to recoil. Everything I did till now came with the tag of responsibility and string of consequences. Nonetheless, I dragged this to the top. There may be a God but from where I stand, the slope starts and at the foot of the slope I will weigh my options again, calculate me actions again, but now, is the time for the fall.

"And when the game is over, the kings and pawns are put in the same box."

Czech proverb