Saturday, December 16, 2006

Gen And The Art Of Light Theesko

For those who came late :
First there was nothing, and then there was "Gen".Gen the most sacred word of all times, tries to explain anything and everything that cannot be. "Gen" seeks to quench man's eternal thirst for knowledge, to answer all questions and quell the storms of doubts raised in the minds of men.
Why was the universe created? Why are we here? What is our purpose in life? What for do we work? The answer is Gen! Infact Gen has also answered the most proverbial question of all times!
Why did the chicken cross the road? --Gen!!
We do not know whence and where the art of Gen originate nor we try to explain its origin (why??--gen!).Its roots are lost in the sands of time. All we know is somewhere in the beginning of the second millenia A.D the art of Gen was revived by the tribes of Saraswathi(river of knowledge). Why was Gen revived? Gen!! It is mysterious isn't it, the way Gen tries to answer itself.
Every coin has its flip side and it is sad to note that even the art of 'Gen' has been abused by some. Given a chance, some individuals of the tribe who inhabit a wooded region in a particular metropolitan city would abuse anything and everything. For example : What did the inmate say when he was caught watching sexually explicit material?? Gen!!!
When Einstein said he is looking for one theory that explains everything (the grand unified theory), I guess he meant 'Gen'. Stephen Hawking said - the day we have a unified theory we would understand the mind of God. I can rephrase it as - The day we understand the mysterious ways of Gen we will be liberated. (and why so?--Gen)
Light Theesko more commonly known as 'take a chill pill dude' or 'chill dude'. This word is most popular among the gult tribe. The art with its full potential is yet to be acknowledged by the rest of the community of the wooded region. The art is surrounded by an aura which makes the atmosphere very light in the vicinity where the art has been practiced. Lightness is unbearable, those without any bearing would say but not me. I did not do my end sems well. 'Light theesko machhan'. Machhan's face lits up! "Light theesko" the panacea for all ailments works its way into people's hearts. Ever so light, that its presence is almost undetected unless one is observant enough to sniff it out.
On the surface one would think that 'Light theesko' is the way 'Gen works',but no! It can't be the aother way round too, as 'Gen' is the beginning the end of all. Then what is it?? 'Light theesko machhan'. eh.....? Infact they both are so entwined with each other that one does not know where 'Gen' ends and 'Light theesko' begins.

What nonsense is this?
Light theesko machhan!

Why am I reading this balderdash?
Gen!!
:)

Monday, November 06, 2006

Clever Crows

Some crows in Japan come up with a clever way to eat food that they naturally wouldn't be able to. David Attenborough narrates.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Thoughts......


On a sunny windswept day
when cows were eating bales of hay
with hands covering my face
I was thinking about life's mad race.

Thoughts then clouded my mind

what is there for me to bind
in this miserable way of life
with all its pain grief and strife.

Beads of sweat on my forehead
on thought of life that lay ahead
my heart then cried aloud
to look beyond far from the crowd.

Cleared my vision and from what I saw
made me wonder and gape in awe
for all its monstrosity and wilderness
there are still signs of tenderness.

A tiny life hovering around
its little ones in joy unbound
shimmering lights in the sky
did lift my spirits high.

Then I shut my eyes and thought
what joys had nature brought
never towards the abyss of dismay
while there is yet another day.




Friday, July 07, 2006

SEETHE.....

Scorching heat, withered soul
gazing beyond the wide horizon
fallen deep down the gaping hole
trying to rise and then be gone.

Rumbling grief builds upon
waiting to unleash the terror within,
rising waves wreak havoc on
plague and misery then break in.

Whispering deep within itself
the embittered one rises from the muck
knowing what it itself
is not a question of lady luck.

Ever considered as a freak
in an ocean full of shells
like the blinding lightening streak
not far from boiling hell.

Clouds are torn apart and shredded
sunlight just wanes away
entire ocean is then flooded
when the one thing holds it way.