Convictions

The ceiling fan shadow extending towards him slowly paving the way for the impending darkness. The entire afternoon was a lull, the distant honking along with the rustling leaves of a nearby tree in tune with his heart beat tethered to the harbinger of eternal pain were settling on his ears like a melancholic euphony.  Pigeons happen to frequent the window of his room trying to pry about the triangle. The triangle is somewhat dissimilar to the legendary Devil’s triangle. Its three vertices happen to be desire, punishment and the soul. The one being pulled inside is the social being. The upshot of desire is the deplorable actions involved in fulfilling it, followed by the punishment for the doings. Thus the soul deterioration leads to underwhelm the supreme-being and hence the triangle . The pigeon mockingly leaves his room fluttering its wings as though running away from his insanities. He feels hungry after formulating the socio-geometric theorem and so the clichéd 2 min no...

·        The nerves of my temple are once again taut.        Will the efforts lead to another naught? ·        Times like these create a plaintiff. Laws and policies urge me to riff. ·        Honesty once the best policy! Stays six feet under jealousy. ·        Anti-corruption movement via civil society. Some say it’s nothing but exaggerated anxiety. ·        Human development index or fuel statistics. No one there to seer or clear the politics. ·        Few ounces of petrol but beer to the brink. I do drive but I don’t drink.

  previously on unjudged Act 2 Scene 2.   The moon, stars and grey tattered water objects all seem to flatter him through the night, but his thoughts are wandering aimlessly. Thud-thud droplets echoing all the way into the hallway seems to harmonize with his vacillating heartbeats, the angel and devil sitting on each shoulder persuading him for something his heart desires but mind resists. The foyer gleaming with the moonlight is boxed between the two rooms one of which is like the darkest corner of his heart other has a small flickering candle on a corner shelf. Here he used to play with his friends; echoes of them frolicking and merrymaking still exist. Those were the olden days filled with innocent mischiefs. What happened, how-come he was caught in such tentacles? But now none of this matters all of this cannot be shoved under the carpet he’s sitting on.    The flashes of mob jeering at his naked torso being whipped, the scorching flares from ab...

I came across this term while reading an article related to smartphone applications. The term wabi-sabi (of Japanese origin) is more of a transcendentalist idea. It is the language for aesthetic and here aesthetic means “imperfect, impermanent and incomplete”. Wabi-Sabi is a sense of feeling or an experience, it cannot be connoted with physical characteristics. It is a slight melancholy, sometimes the feeling of chaste love and longing. Wabi means a bittersweet mixture of loneliness and serenity a sense of solitariness from the material. Sabi means withered connoting tarnish and rust, the process of aging gracefully. Together it is more of an entelechy for those who adopt its ways into their life.  Wabi-Sabi embodiment can be seen in the Japanese tea ceremony as well, the pottery items used are often quite asymmetrical, with unrefined colors and textures. The aesthetic, lies in the way the colour of glazed items is known to change over time as hot water is repeatedly pour...

I believe the seraphicness inside me is dead. Act 1 Scene 1.   (The stage-effects, crew are all in place) Enter the jury, the lawyers and spectators rise Judge 1: Bring in the culprit Enter culprit bearded, with a sluggish gait revering the ultimate guilt. The anguished but tranquillized being having lost all its nimbleness looks for refuge at the bar and finally sits adjacent to his attorney. Prosecutor: milord may I have the permission to call the culprit in the witness box. Judge 1: Permission granted. Culprit lurches towards the witness box. Prosecutor: milord the culprit here stands for committing the most severe crime, the crime of dishonoring and hurting another being. Defense attorney: objection milord the culprit (pun) never had the intention of doing this. Judge 1: objection overruled. Prosecutor: Thank you milord. Defense is making baseless objections. Milord the culprit knowing the fact that his actions would create problems for him as well as those connect...

Consider a convoluted maze its start point being the vortex called creation and the end point perhaps is the vortex called destruction. The maze’s palisade is composed of entwined thorns and bushes with spikelet and flowers protruding from it. The maze is the only stage where performances matter. The stage is set and ready to depict the prophecies of its puppets. The quill dipped into the bottled destiny, brought the musical notes for every marionette into existence. The piper is the playwright, director, musician, puppeteer and the audience as well. The puppets dance to the tunes of the piper.  Each marionette traverses from start till the end. In the vortex of creation it is brought into existence from the piper’s play dough and is tossed out to the entrance of the maze.  Now consider the dance, the puppet is pulled up and plunged as and when the beats of the piper’s music changes. Observe carefully the harnesses cum strings are the only means that connect the puppet to...

She exchanged all the pleasantries with me, the entire journey. She was whispering to me the engineering and design of deceptive labyrinth called life, and in it all the civil society living a pipe-dream . Her constant “wooshing” suddenly lulled as the brakes clenched the steel. The horn of the locomotive engine cautioned the arrival of Itarsi. The platform was comparatively less crowded in comparison to the platform of the capital city. Hawkers and vendors shouting tea (my favorite beverage indeed) urged me to slip my hand into my pocket to get my tab, in order to savor its aroma and thus aesthetically please my taste buds. This is another reason why I like window seats.  The only good thing about travelling alone is attention to detail. Never before was I amazed by the intensity of the nightly beauty, the fragrances of trees and mud, the weird sounds of creatures of night, all tranquilized me, made me forget the chafe feelings and soothed my chastised heart. The exacerbating...