The 13th Post!

An Observation: The Highway! 

While I waited for the train bound for Mumbai to arrive, I daydreamed; allowing for the probability that some pretty girl would be bound to my bay and due to her interest in me would pick up a conversation with me and that would make the fellow passengers jealous but would make my journey memorable. I further fantasied that I would go and pose for a photograph in front of the Taj, like everyone else does and put it up on Facebook and generate some likes. After that Terrorist attack, the Taj got more popular, while the Gateway of India watched with quiet envy, with the English East India Company buried with it.

 The train did arrive 20 minutes late enhancing my dream for 20 long minutes extra, and we rushed inside , throwing the luggage up and under and got the seat offenders to leave and I very soon realized that there wasn't a pretty girl around except a girl named Preeti. ( A girl I hypothetically named) The 36 hour journey began with a Chai for 7 bucks!

Train journeys are usually like some mobile (moving) parties, with mostly folks whom we can’t become fond of, have invited themselves. (I don’t know what I was thought of). And yes, there are food and drinks (Non-Alcoholic) – served. Ah! Yes! The music is on and audible as long the train is moving on the tracks, as if the DJ was underneath and the speed of the train controlled the tempo.  Well! Dance is very passive. U really don’t have to dance, u just stand or sit and you are already dancing.

However if you eat too much at the party, the biggest alarm is the toilets. Nevertheless these days, folks carry far more anxiety than the reluctance to go to the toilet, when the icon on the mobile phone which indicates battery power goes half empty. (Or half full) As the power dips, the party’s over and they get disheveled,  their eyes dart towards the power socket near the door to see if it’s free to have their souls filled with charged particles. Sadly there is always someone there, charging and looking around victorious, as if he is high on something; one place to get high i guess at the mobile party. 

Moreover standing at the door is one luxury that folks reach for, for it gives you the time away from the stares of others. And it is when I stood there away from the people, watching the moving view trying to understand Einstein’s relativity, I noticed something.

The one thing that caught my eye beside all these confusion of the party inside is a passive construction of a highway. A highway created by all the responsible but ignorant travellitizens. A highway created by not of corrupt politicians but our selfish souls I reckon. This highway formed by the thrown waste through the windows gets broader and whiter each day, as trains keep whirring past every day. This highway runs beside the tracks beside rails or sometimes on the bushes nearby.  This litter highway runs even in to the platforms of the stations and run for thousands of kilometers and runs every where.

That's the problem with waste, they are very naughty or they tend to have the boomerang effect. You throw them away they actually never go away and come back to us in very subtle ways. In this case, these waste got together as if in a conspiracy to create a highway beside the track like a child throwing a tantrum for it is given to someone else care and they can’t take care of them.

This highway is still not complete and it solely depends on us to make it whole for the entire earth is a dump yard. So let’s join hands and throw everything through the window in to the moving frame so we can complete this highway collectively. Once it is complete maybe our children could travel on them in some strange way or if that is not possible then maybe the bacteria can foster this highway, when they evolve to have wheels......

Yeah Right! With this my daydream about Mumbai was over!

An Unfinished!

Love is War!

The war between the sexes is perhaps the longest waging war in history and its battleground are our streets, homes and our comfort zones. This war has lasted longer than the 100 year war between England and France and perhaps began at the blame game, acted out at the Garden of Eden. Or if I consider evolution, I really don’t know when those asexual beings thought to themselves that creating a parallel sex, which would evolve to be differently wired was actually progress and whom they could procure later, later at an advanced stage. Whatever! We have a frustrated ugly war raging in all of us for being forced to be attracted to the opposite sex. (Well! I know what you are thinking) But this war becomes a battle from being a war in general, when the opposite side sends in a personal ambassador and this happens when people fall in love or get married.

They together actually sign off a contract for a bigger, closer war right in their comfort zones, which for many is supposed to be a demilitarized zone or the ‘no one allowed’ zone. They sign up to be together with a kiss, a partner who might turn in to an opponent sooner or later, who engages with a different of rules gathered up by the wired head from culture, traditions, customs and a unique past. Nonetheless this war can increase opponents or fellow soldiers, who come in the form of children or relatives and society. Love is not just a beautiful story but a tale of war for to love is to be at war and death could be only the noble peace treaty. Falling in love, I guess is a unique call to arms, where your partner may become the main opponent, whom you need and so you cannot despise. ......... Blah...Blah....

It's one of those days, where you start writing on a idea and then change so many courses and finally can't come to a place to finish for everything is easier to start to tough to finish especially you tend to write about the issue of opposite sex, love etc. Now i am at war with my own mind and i believe that i should sign a peace treaty and then i could write again on this or maybe after the Syrian crisis is over. But  looks to me there is no conclusion in matters as these and this is the conclusion i have arrived upon as of now, to end this fruitless endeavor.. Adieu!   

Did i Write This?

 The Green Dot!

Back in those old days, when the world was six years younger than today and Facebook was beginning to grow to be everything - everything from the young folks’ expectations to old folks’ hidden desires or whatever, the green dot was being dotted besides names. These virtual folks with an account had to sign in to check out the new environment, like on an evening stroll that comes to an end and so it ends with the click of the sign out button, which also called logging off or back to the not so bright world - Gray. So if a guy had some crush on someone, whose mobile number he didn't have an access to, he would have waited for hours or maybe even days (Based on how crazy he was) for her to come online and perhaps generate a conversation that looks vaguely like this:

He: Hi

She ( after 10 minutes): Hi

He: how r u?

She (after several moments): am fine! U?

He: am good.

She: nice….

(This nice creates an awkward moment for it sure crashes the course of the conversation)

She: I gotta go… Bye!

He: Bye…….

(Oops! before he could say “it was nice talking to you, the green dot turns gray indicating she is no longer signed in)

He now with the crashed fantasy, with a deluded mind begins to miss the green dot beside her name, even more than He seems to miss her. The green dot is what he waited for, beside her name and perhaps he would wait again for the greening of the dot to indicate her virtual existence or reappearance; he wishes for the dot to be forever green.

 However, now with the advent of the ‘mobile computer’ that actually stays stationary in your pocket, while we dumbly move around and it gets to be called smart...... Anyway these computers which have become very touchy these days, let us exist simultaneously in the real and the virtual world like the cat in the famous 'thought' experiment called the Schrodinger’s Cat Experiment; the cat, I guess,  is still awaiting death or maybe even longing for it. As a result, I believe the most important application of a smart phone is not the Apps, but its ability to keep that green dot besides your name from turning gray virtually, even if your hair turns gray really. Although they seem to promise to keep that green dot alive until u and I are dead, this endeavor seems to suck life out of your battery exponentially. Alas! I wouldn't be surprised if they soon begin allow the dead to be pseudo-online or something, for everyone loves some sort of immortality and continued familiarity minus contempt.  

  Sometimes while i am still alive, I often reckon if people always had something written before and after their names when just their names, made them feel vulnerable or too exposed. Now I believe that folks would rather have this green dot beside their name for company than all these years hiding behind or before their educational qualifications. Now it has become a thing of coolness - the green alien glow beside names. So I was just thinking if I could get this green dot for company when I am gone and alone in my grave, making me look cool even while dead by installing a digital tombstone or something, with a will left behind stating to whom my cool cover photos would go to and possibly he can use it too.

Moreover as this green dot continues to dominate our life, I sometimes feel that it has begun to decompose the idea of goodbye. For after you usually wave goodbye to someone, the person physically leaves you and now logs off. But now thanks to the smart phones, the green dot beside the name you just said goodbye is still staring out to you from the side; making it look like that the person is still peeping out, checking out your other activity or just waiting for another chat. Yeah Right!

I see sometimes that folks joke, with image laden statuses that if they aren't online, in other words, if that green dot isn't green for two days, call the cops! As if the green dot represents differences between living or immobile. Is it that they have become secretly become comfortable residing beside the green dot than existing in this real gray world or I am just making some needless fuss about a green dot that is just a green dot?

 Well! At least the green dot on Facebook doesn't discriminate like Gmail where you and I can be busy, idle or perhaps even dead. So RIP!

Those Vaguely Vague Ones!

Towards Perfect Love!

All our vanity, debaucheries and our selfishness can seem satisfying or at least appear to until the the moment we fall in love and decide to love someone truly. Our flawlessness or weakness can have no relevant meaning at all until we want to love. Our general quantitative aspects to the meaning of life breaks down to birth the discreet qualitative notion - when we love. Our sense to move towards a perfect idea of character begins, when we begin to love. 

    

  We desire immensely to be perfect not because we want to but it rather it stems from our self found revelation, that our imperfectness meddles in our ability to love perfectly.But if you desire to be perfect for pride and not for love then that perfectness would never be complete leaving you frustrated. No matter how hard we try to hide our raw selves, we long passionately to not just to be loved but to love perfectly the ones we want to love. (though to be loved depends on the other person) It is not just the show of affection but it seeps deeper- to sacrifice to the point of giving up our lives though not just through death (which is sometimes easy) but of your thoughts, attitude and therefore your way of life. To love someone is to give up your comfort zone of petty selfishness and rise above yourself and anticipate to be perfect and so you can love perfectly, though you never know if you would be loved in return. For it's mostly love, that empowers us to go beyond our potentials.

If you and i are tempted to think that character doesn't matter, then i would say with reluctance that when it comes to relationships, character does matter. If you don't think so, then love someone dearly and be honest to yourself and you could come face to face with your inability to love. For love is patient, love is kind, love does not envy; it does not boast, keeps no records of wrong. It not easily angered; it is not proud or rude. It is always supportive, loyal, hopeful, trusting and never fails. We can't keep up with the above list, which we know are characteristics of real love until we develop a character or aspire to. If your love doesn't develop a character, then i doubt even if u love or trying to love in the first place. You can be patient in the beginning of a beautiful love but it's character developed through that love, that enables you to be patient later in love. It's love that inspires that character which in turn inspires you and i to that perfect character which in turn leads back into a love that is growing prefect due to the developing character.

The main cry of this world is an example of a perfect love, that they can be a part of not their allegiance to a  perfect political idea or government.

The Rain Trilogy.....

Part Two: While it Rains!

The spherically shaped discrete unit of water, known to us as drops, form the functional unit of the rain. (sounds like an answer in a science test) The drops, fall when they are big enough (probably 18) to be intoxicated under the influence of gravity, leave their abode in turns. They begin to have a free life, leaving home and probably sky diving without a parachute until they they make contact in seconds; could be a hair less head or just a spiny Porcupine. It's not that they don't have a future or something, they just annihilate when they hit with a sound, ( a soft continuous sound similar to when ya curry is cooking) nevertheless for a greater cause. 

Sometimes they sound like an army, raining down a battery of white canon balls along with their water bullets ready to take over the land, fighting their arch rival - Dryness, whose king is probably the sun. But sometimes this wet black army really rubs it in, when they are angry or too drunk, they try to establish their water kingdom on earth, perhaps the land. It suddenly seems, when this army does it to an extent by going beyond just to defeat dryness, and when they bring in their ally, the wind, who gets deadly as his speed, that they are sent in by the sea, (like on a suicide mission) sent to conquer the land; the sea probably gets very ambitious now and then even when it covers 71% of the earth surface. who cares! Oops! the real estate folks ;)

  

Anyway that's a war hyperbole version of the rain. Yeah! Rain to us, is just getting our supplies of the life drink replenished or just getting water from the top to clean up. We as humans mess up, like a kid who dirties his trousers while playing in the sand and gets his mom to wash it up, we however call nature to do it now and then, in other words it's 'Nature's Laundry Time'. (and please concrete's laundry time too). Moreover we as humans have really dirtied up the place beyond measure, so when it rains it actually gets more messed up up like a kid whose tries to clean a blob of chocolate sauce of his shirt with his already chocolate soaked fingers. (you know!) I always thought that if a place doesn't look lovely in the rain (or even just after a rain) that place is not at all beautiful in the first place, thanks to the responsible sanitary department of the government and it's many irresponsible citizens. (take a bow!)

  However usually while it rains, the parents usually house arrest the unlucky kids for the fear of the virus but the lucky ones, get to dance in the rain which is one of the most lovely things to do, except if you are from Cherrapunji. If you're an adult you pretty much get to have a nonchalance feeling for the rain, except if it is your daughter's wedding tomorrow (who wants a muddy wedding?). If you are young, and not getting married tomorrow, you can always romanticize a setting with your sublime love virtually or like the movies sit down with the cup of coffee and stare at the rainy view, with pretty much nothing to do except posing. But if you are, say at a bus stop, beside your parked bike, you get to watch folks who seem to be running for the first time in their lives with a controlled amusing speed besides you looking for the lost instincts of when it might stop raining. Oh! It has stopped raining..... I gotta go! Adieu!  

P.S. For part one : http://jasonchris-inc.blogspot.in/2013/07/the-rain-trilogy.html

One of those 'just' Writings!

Take out the Trash!

To open my mail inbox everyday is like rummaging literally through trash, like a a scavenger looking for something valuable. However as i ransack the crap (mostly), assisted by the mouse controlled cursor, i usually find something that appears to shine as gold, enough to captivate the human heart, which is usually all those fraudulent mails stating that you, or your mail or even your mobile number has deserved to win something (getting stuff free is our greatest temptation though sometimes it appears in it's diluted form, endorsed by the sinister sign: Up to 50% off!....) Moreover i guess, they are not true but who cares to find out anyway as they always ask for some security deposit; there's no free lunch my Boy! ( an old saying which i know kinda sure that didn't have it origins in India) However the other part of the search is directed towards finding some mail addressed as "Dear something", which when seen, seems like searching for diamonds for the soul among the virtual dump, which Google tries frantically to neatly list.(thanks to the spam folder)

    I sometimes sheepishly believe that i name my 'Inbox' as 'Trash' and move the scavenged mails, which attract my attention or which i think means something to me, to the inbox to complete my scavenging. But thanks to the new tab initiative by the Gmail team for i guess, seem to have a better waste management.... Virtually!

P.S. We as a human race seem to produce more waste and it gets more sophisticated as time goes by. Yup! and now we are creating it 'virtually'......

To Romanticize...?

The School Romance!

I first laid my eyes on you when I was six 

as you were gathered away in his arms.

I knew sooner - mystically that our paths would  cross

and we would be for a life time together - inseparable

with what they call the gut feeling.

I stayed low, as days collectively known as months passed

and i was busy doing math & science 

holding a graphite rod, sharpened with a Japanese blade

engineered by the Germans and while made in China.

While China slowly began to manufacture the fountain pen,

which I would use when I entered the fourth grade- I heard

 you;

I had almost forgotten you then, but as i heard that lovely 

tone from yonder,

I reconfigured that it was a time for a love story- a story

with loads of love but it could be rendered Illegit by the 

masses.

On a fine day when usually nothing better happens,

 I saw you all by yourself with no arms wrapped.

I stole myself, excited with curiousity, moving cautiously

but you didn't budge for you were turned the other way

as i touched you - Snap! went the second string of a guitar,

whose care taker wasn't around to be seen.

My heart throbbed for it look like a failed proposal;

I drew back as i got a real scowl from the owner

when he had learned about this rather embarrassing touch. 

Though this failed endeavour never stopped my arrival,

going around getting different guitars to date

and it was years before i married one - who 

perhaps left after she broke (literally) leading to the break up.

Now as i live each day, i can only sing a nostalgia

for these six metal strings, they always made my day;

days when i got frustrated or angry or tired - they 

together enabled me to create something beautiful (music),

beautiful through all the times - times we spent

in solitude under the moon or even under the ceiling fan;

times when they together were a support when i was vexed,
 

and spared the money for a anger management session.

Now with gratitude, I sing the song i sung...

"Oh 'E'! You appear so shiny and high when u sound

and your cute neighbour 'B' who helps while I Travis pick.

My lovely 'G' - you are hard to tame (tune) but when u do

you fill my heart with a music so psychedelic;

and your brother 'D' sound the best harmonics.

Mr. 'A', i respect you for you are like salt in a meal

and 'E' your depth, deepens my emotions emotionally 

and i can't wait to meet your twins on a 12 string guitar.. :P "