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 "  

Another of my Vague Opinions....

A Person's Worth?

Well,  in  my opinion about in a relationship, it's not just okay to revel in the fact that the other person loves you and you just enjoy its benefits or fruits and seem at ease. Sometimes you love the other person because he/she loves you or you just love and don't know why or you don't wanna know for even that curiosity seem to scare you. Although the answers to this questions don't prove useful in the beginning but they can hold life or death policies at difficult times.

However this attitude seems is sheer shallowness, for you to sit on a belief that's on shifting sand or rather more on a selfish grounds- Businesslike.Either both benefit from the relationship or at the least you benefit and therefore you just sit back at ease and fantasize that the other person likes you. It's pure innocence or you being being numbed by a feeling that's so good.

If you ask me, I would say in relationships, you just don't sit back and enjoy but divulge deep in to the other person’s heart cautiously, to know what's inside even when it hurts you in the process for it is an investment in the long run rather than to run and sit back is sheer shallowness!One of the noblest attire that you can give to a relationship is to have an non-meddlesome interest on what the other person thinks about him/herself, for that self relation directly affects the relationship with you.

       

In the beginning, a relationship always is a bliss; thinking about the other,blushing when you receive a text/call, wait for him to come online so you could chat, the joy when you get to sit next to her, hit a like for everything she updates on facebook. ( Blah..blah... u know it.) Nevertheless, adding a sense of destiny to the fact that you both met or trying to add a tinge of non-coincidence to the way you both met like asking rhetorical questions like " How did we end up meeting each other?" ........ But as we live down the lane, we begin to realize that it really doesn't  matter at the instant how you met or how you ended up together (if it works out); some may even call it fate. But it's how much you invested sublimely in the other person's soul, for everyone ends up in that hard moments of nonchalance. Physical bareness is not the only sign of the closeness of the relationship but stripping of the soul. To bare oneself to the soul is to strip but not tease each other’s' fears, weakness, insecurity and stress but nod with acceptance in the heart for everyone come with a set of stupidity. Therefore if you hadn't placed priority on a person's worth, then the hard times could be a drudgery for the relationship itself seem to breed the dirge along with the person. A person i guess has more value discreetly than what you place on her/him in the realms of the relationship.A person's worth goes beyond the relationship!

Well it's one of the other vague thinking i decided to write and got myself a person to edit it; she really found it hard to understand whatever i was trying to say with my writing that looks so incoherent and thank heavens she didn't bail out :)....Well!time to go pen down another article!

Stop! It's a Red!

The Red and Green Interactions!


   One of the places where the feeling of humanhood (This word doesn't exist?) or the desire to fight for human rights with actual deeds is right at a traffic signal. The traffic signal is one cursed place for it swallows time like a black hole but it is also a place of complex human interactions like at a battle front level and brings people  together without a discipline - the lane discipline.

    Whenever i stop at a traffic signal with my motor bike, i feel like a patient soldier or like a knight mentioned in those old poetry and everyone who stands by me in my lane (My? your grandfather didn't make it, did he?... An Indian saying?) on their whatever wheeler look like my comrades irrespective of their gender, race, creed and blah except when they honk right behind me. As we wait,  we cast momentary glances at the LED powered signals and jealousy filled looks at the lane, whose motorists are cruising fast with looks like in a fashion show where speed is the criteria and not leanness. Besides these glances across, looks are cast within the lane at the other bikes or how well bikes can fill gaps between cars or just a smile at a cute child whose hugging her dad from behind, as if the hug separated life from death. (Even i was cute when i was small :P) Then as if we are connected in a network of telepathy, we slowly start giving some translatory motion (I majored in Physics :P) to the chugging engine in unison and if some guy manages to trespass the junction in to the promised land even before the green, we either laud him secretly for his bravery and presence of mind or impatiently wait for the green photons so we can adamantly overtake him with a scoff. (We do that, don't we? :P)

   The green light as it reaches the eye, ( The human eye is most sensitive to the green-yellow) the two wheeler folks charge like a cavalry cutting and stranding any guy who tries to pass before we can from another lane and hope he/she feels that everything is fair in love,war and at a traffic light. As this happens a feeling surges; a feeling that occurs at self-righteousness, for you have helped capture the junction for ya lane and so the slow, weak and the heavy trucks and buses (MTC buses) can pass victoriously like the Israelis crossed the Red Sea. As we cross the junction, the Brotherhood/Sisterhood feeling slowly diminishes as the distance form the junction increases and it lies dormant until at the next traffic light.

    I've tried to capture a vivid imagery of what goes on at a traffic light and i sometimes think that a person is known by how he/she behaves at a traffic light.......           
  

The Rain Trilogy.....

Part One: Before it Rains!

The Rain has captivated us all! (Yeah right! a friend and i tried a song inspired by rain but never worked) In science we learn that it's a part of the Water Cycle, a cycle where water is stolen with a sense of justice but in the stealth mode by heat (Usually our enemy except while cooking ;) ) and then returned in a rather romantic   state of affairs, where heat's chief advocate - the sun, is imprisoned behind thick fluffy carriers of that stolen water in its spirit form. (gaseous form)

  The moments before a rain are, i guess, one of the most non-colourfully beautiful nostalgic moments, for everything looks 'grayish'.....  Besides the grayish spectrum shown to the eyes, these moments do bring an ecstasy to the other senses as well. (except the sense of 'taste' i guess) The sudden drop in temperature shows itself through the cool breeze that caresses your skin, sometimes causing goosebumps and the smell of the soil, (this for the folks who know what soil is :P) which sometimes makes us wonder where this aroma is hidden all this time, as if the rain enlightens us to a higher level of olfactory process. The army of fluffy warriors marching, (actually floating but i need a certain picture.. so) as they take Sun a prisoner along with the lights and the sound effects, with inbuilt delay, they tarry across from the horizon. As they race to capture the skies with their rather dull colour, they wait for the signal, which sometimes i think is just that one naughty drop who falls first and then the stampede begins and this is called "RAIN"...

The time before a rain, seem powerfully beautiful and these moments also kick in an extra adrenaline to go play the best football, which usually happens when girls are pretending to watch us play football... Fine! now that i said that i am nostalgic of something from the past... So Adieu! ;)