Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Monday, November 22, 2010

At odds


The sight from the left , starting with the pages of magic , power and belief of the coelho writings . No matter the heart seeks the solution of the mystery it beholds , it is always right at the moment you are living in . Like a witch maladicting a child and the child doesn’t know if ball is the toy or the sun .They are perplexing moments which has no key .
Once written by Coelho ,
“Waiting is painful . Forgetting is painful . But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering .”
( And yes astonishingly , I am not over a break-up ) .
Moving on , with the colours  of  leaves in the story of Google , two young stanford nerds  introducing a simple cutting edge of technology to being one hell of a revolution in its en route to the web and the lives connected to it . Here , comes  the success story . Now , it comes with no sense of regard that success favours the bright , but success favours the simple . Like there is a difference between apples and oranges , like why apple fall down on just Newton’s head and none before that and why orange is orange in colour . To define what you need in life is just like answering the above lines . Thus to make it simple , we have to think simple , and there comes an adjective running behind us .
“Like if Sergey Brin’s parents wouldn’t have moved to America when he was 5 , google’s success would have been added to russia’s economy . Like fate , like the ladder . “
Then to the chicken soup for some souls , I don’t know from where that came from , but I think from the cousin Chicken . Like I am a vegan , I couldn’t get much into the souls of the chicken , I barely read all the books one by one . The rainbow stories all depicting love , happiness , sadness , toughness and what not “ness” . But , it has all the heartfelt stories like in the sands of our own time.
“ The chicken definately came first – God would look silly sitting on an egg “ .

Then the freaks writing the economics , a showcase of different perspective on whatever you do and ought to do . Facts and figures do matter in life , as who cares about the facts but figures , Oh yes !
Why monkeys are more mature than the humans ? Because they are more experienced , as they came first and then the humans . Its a fact . Now the figures says there are more humans in India then the monkeys . This means humans are more insensitive towards the nature and hence not in extinct .
Some stupid survey shows ,
“Global warming indigestion is pushing the monkeys to extinction “ .
Who cares , until we are living and not feel the flames at the base .

Railing on with the stories of entrepreneurs , like giving the motto to not eat and behave as a fool and then collecting and connecting the stones . The sooner you do this in your life , you’ll turn into a person with substance and not a beggar ! Not that beggars doesn’t have substance . But to be a best among the beggars , you need to start off like a rickshaw and a few jerks . And then make sure that your handle is not broken .
“ I can be hungry , I can be foolish and still I ll have enough in me to connect the dots , this would make me an intelligent fool .”

Love stories can be made between heaven and hell , assuming each one of it as a state . Well , not in political terms , each state has its own strintgents and culture to look forward on . Controversial #Motivation check . Alive !
From the college life romances to the pressures of job affairs , it just make a life more fun and full of “jobs”. A normal life portrayed by the players of the front stream into the beautifully crafted mishaps is just what it takes to create a chaos , somethings beyond forever , and teaches us how to convert a two wheeler into a ferrari . No not magic , it takes self belief . Not in life , but to read these books . But still , we love it to the core .
“ As men is born out of stupidity , 90% of the attributes of each , are the same.”
Now , looking forward there is a boy in a deserted country where the world’s superpower bombarded for an old bearded rapscallion , running behind a kite and in search of a friend with whom he can play with . The invasion of a country in the war , then the young ones gets seperated and then come back at the same place seeking for redemption . This is how stuff works in life . We all have baggages left behind , and one day we turn to unlock the baggage . Sooner or later one have to and will do .
“ Just like there are no free lunches , a lunch in the night turns to be a baggage one gets on him . “ Wrong turns are the part of life .
Then comes the adventures of a symbologist . Like the crown , star and the sun were all the part of brief history of our time ,these plays a major role in getting the mysteries of science solved . But to remember words said by my father to me  , “Science ends where religion starts and humanity is a religion . “ , this struck me that no matter how much science progresses and how much we are a part of it in its progress . Somethings in life is just not quantum or classical , but real .
There comes the class of 1958 at harvard , just like the class of 2013 at NIT , remembered after 50 years , moments should be fringed into memories and memories into photographs , and one should never forget the last lecture given by our professor . As that lecture would be the best out of all and has the strength to break the grounds and reach the skies .
“ The dreams will come to you “ .

The collection in the book-shelf of which the books read and the books unread is itself an irony as it comes in the life for the lost accounts . I wonder sometimes that why the scene is so assuasive , even if the lights are turned off into the sepia mode . Left to Right .

I just glanced my book-shelf and smiled .


Rachit Khator.
10th November , 2010 .


    



Tuesday, February 23, 2010

On again , Off again !


My heart is numb with the dissolved , yet undissolved way of something that ends , the promises left behind , the responsibilities off the shoulders , the moments that turn memoirs that vanishes and the time which will never come again in the remaining breaths left would never feel the same as it is used to be .

Why is life so unpredictable ? Why it ends in disguise ?

We , the humans have made everything predictable but just not life , coz we are just capable of materialising our lives but not living it .

The worth the life holds is going worthless day by day .

That leaves me with an impression of the song ,


Life .. -And you will know us by the trail of the dead .

....i lost the rainbow ,

Behind that cloud , i lost the rainbow there ,

Its hard getting over all the rain ,

Its hard getting over all the same .


An incident of shock , despair , defeatism , despondency and lost hopes , just waved me with the news of someone so young passed away .

Its sheer sad with melancholy of life exposed in front of the eyes , begrimed with lost prophecy , the lost world , the lost end that is really passed and will never come back .

God may have pointed in the epics , but why this cycle works so abnormally ?

Anything , Anywhere , Anytime ... LOST !

What a life to render , what a life to live !

The incident makes me reveal , the poem which I composed some months back ,

in the sands and the shores of heart which is alive !

A question that will never be answered , Why death ?

Here it goes ,


LIFE ..O LIFE ..

Life is the seamless breath one hold upon..

Life is the wonder map that world lives on ,

Life is a circle full of pains and gains that comes upon ,

Life .. O life why you halt and scatter pain in mourn ..?

Life is full of clouds all so obscure ..

And sometimes like a sky so much obvious and so sure ..

Life is incomprehensible like a mind so unclean pure ..

Life ..O life why you lure and sometimes don’t cure ?


Life is like a cascade full of wrench and wins ..

And like the gush in the river so mean when cleans ..

Life is a shower of the rain and the drops are the moments..

Life .. O Life .. why you behave like a wind from palaces to tents ..?


Life is worth the anecdotes one find to survive the bitter callousness ..

All about the feeling to live for others and perish the darkness ..

Life is more drooling like the birds symbolizing carelessness..

Life ..O Life .. why you restrain like a bond and standstill the brightness?


Life is a claustrophobic beach with full of sun and sand ..

Just like on the deep seas and barren lands ..

It makes you learn how to fall and survivingly stand ..

Life .. O life why you define loneliness just when hand in hand ..


Life is a 3D play cant be felt by naked eyes ..

Unpredictable like a bitter truth or the sweet lies ..

Full of effing emotions , then the heart cries ..

Life .. O life why just ends till we the populace , life’s ace dies ..?


No matter what life ought us to live ..

Feel lucky coz it has so breathtaking and run of the mill moments to give ..

All the conundrums and enigma’s poise us to sieve ..

Just about the jilt and the patch which has to come to stay alive ..

A tale too short to survive ..

All reasons too viable to give ..

Remember the clause to make a wonderful jive ..

Live to forget and live to forgive ..

Live to forget ,thy live to forgive ..!

-Rachit Khator

December , 2009 .