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War in Mind

I was going through my old works. I wanted to see how much I have evolved over the years. I was passing through the phases of life like any other human being and I tried to quote that feeling into some one liners.

I am Waiting for someone who is Trapped in Timeless Eternity.

I am Inquest for Hope in Cave of Despair.

I am Wandering in the Labyrinth of Darkness to Find a Speckle of Radiance.

I am on a Voyage to Verity which is Marooned on an Island of Sham.

I am Drowning in the Ocean of Melancholy waiting for the Boat of Bliss.

I am Tangled in the Cobweb of Deception only to be Freed by the Hands of Condor.

I am at the Shores of Poignant Beach, got touched by the Waves of Elation.

I am Pissed at them who Hide themselves from Mirror of Veracity.

An Ode to The Martyrs

Sing for the Legends of United

known to the world as the Busby Babes.

They were better than the world had ever seen,

so much that God wanted them on his team.

Oh does my heart cry, and oh, do I weep

this eve of the year, my eyes do not sleep.

Nothing can compare to the feeling I have,

when I remember my Martyrs of Munich.

The flowers of Manchester,

sent to me from heaven,

My heart cries when I remember them,

Duncan Edwards and Liam Whelan

Mark Jones, Byrne, Colman,

Bent, Pegg, and Tommy Taylor

departed for God's own house

leaving us in a floor of tears.

And they look down upon us now,

with a smile in their eyes, as they stand at the pearly gate.

Arise and sing to them, with me now, Lest we Forget,

that fateful night in Nineteen Fifty Eight.

Their bodies are gone

but their souls are immortal,

And they want you to sing before your eyes run dry

United will never die,

Manchester United will never Die.

Source : 4 years back I had got it from Internet and penned it down.

Review : After Dark - Haruki Murakami

This is the fourth Haruki Murakami book that I have read and the fastest that I have completed. I actually read chapters according to the time mentioned in the book. I wanted to submerge myself in his world and believe it was surreal. Its about the time after midnight, the time when the world seem that it belongs to you, Mari a nineteen year old girl misses her last train or is probably running away from reality meets her sister’s friend Takahashi who opens himself to someone as never before, A Chinese prostitute and Kaoru, a manager of a local hotel.

The story is next to surreal, it’s alluring, it’s kafkaseque, its what you expect from a Murakami novel.  The way Takahashi explains about life in Chpt.8/3.07am was one of my favorite parts of the book.

“What I want to say is probably something like this: any single human being, no matter what kind of a person he or she may be, is all caught up in the tentacles of this animal like a giant octopus, and is getting sucked into the darkness. You can put any kind of spin on it you like, but you end up with the same unbearable spectacle.”

The preceding lines before that and those lines gave me Goosebumps of some sort.

The description of Eri Asai, the way she is sleeping, the surrounding, the Television, it sends a chill down my spine at one end and gives me kind of peace on other. The narrative is quite nicely used during the chapters that focus on her. It makes you want to go in a deep sleep like her.

I feel like for those few minutes when she was trapped, she was in Shirakawa’s mind, while Shirakawa himself was away from his flesh, from his body into some other dimension.

“In fact however, that is exactly what he did – what he had to do.” – Chapter 7

I am still wondering why he had to do that, guess those things and other which are left unanswered is why I want to travel in Murakami’s mind once, but…

The only thing that I didn’t like about the book was “It’s over already,” that was my expression today.  After reading Kafka on the Shore, Norwegian Wood and The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, this book just feels short.

Book Ratings : 4/5

Shades of Hope

Its fine
Life's tricky
Warmness n coldness
Are just two words
Or two phases

Yes
She was there
She became light
Sent darkness into black
Alas not forever

No
I say to myself
Comfy my mind
Every thing's not eternal
In search of light

Screaming valleys
Echoes of pain
Traces of curves
Clouds thundering
Creating ocean of sorrow
Filling the empty vases
Cracks beginning to disappear

A new hope dawning
Light still shines through the shattered glasses,
Splitting into a million colors unknown
Each hit me straight in the heart
As i surrender to pain in belief
To choose a better path

With a mysterious force holding me
I dare to take a step
To a destination unknown
To the wits of soul
Into the whispers of our heart

Random Thoughts

People are really funny in this world or at least in my country. When I criticize the Government on something, they come attacking on me if you want to change why don't you become a politician or join the Government. Yes, right so when someone doesn't like a movie or someone doesn't like a book or the food doesn't taste good and when that someone criticizes the thing that he or she doesn't like do they make a new movie or a book or cook their own food. A critic's job is to comment on the thing and not make the thing. As they are funny people they will think that the comparisons are unfair as their mind refuses to accept the fact that they are wrong and refuse to accept the fact that India is faring badly because of the Government but due to their patriotic blindness they still refuse it.

Yes, India is growing, growing fast according to majority of Indians, (Worli Sea Link ,20 years and still incomplete) yes, its growing fast. Its growing on paper I agree completely with that fact. Huge amounts of money and growth rates are shown which of course are difficult to decipher by the layman, but still those numbers are for the paper. Reality is different.

See outside the metropolitan cities (actually outside Bombay), India has a long long way to go ahead. The basic needs of food,water & electricity are yet to be fulfilled. Its pity to see my country which has actually all the resources and everything which other countries don't have in such shambles.

We have the beaches, the mountains, the lakes, the rivers, the deserts, the forests,  which can make us the number one tourist destination. We have all the resources required through which we can feed all and educate all, but that is if the Government really wants to work for the benefit of the nation than securing their generation's and generation's luxury.

Even though we will develop one day hopefully before the destruction of this world, the minds of the Indians will take a lot more years to mature and develop. Educated people are not matured enough here, let alone the literates and the illiterates. 

Don't think I am not a patriot, I am but I want my country to develop and unlike some of you lot I am not blind enough to not see the reality and blindly believe what the media wants us to. This is a small criticism from my side, and no I won't join the Government and that typical responses "Tu khud kyu nahi government banjata aur change karleta" are statements of complete hypocrisy. Could have written some more pages but a bit on sleepy side right now.

Treble Lands

I reached the place which was given the name Treble Lands by the ancients and the place didn't fail to justify its name. As soon as I went pass the sign board which looked more of a musical sheet than a sign board,  I saw a white gate which of course looked like two harps standing opposite to each other resting on jet black guitars which were surrounded by the walls at either side. Was I hallucinating or the walls were really made up of the sounds, the booms, and the echos on one side and the moans, the thunders and the whispers on the other. I hit myself hard enough which gave me a bump on my head rather than waking me up. No I didn't wake up, I wasn't dreaming all this, not even a dream in a dream. All this was happening for real. I was sitting on a white shining rock outside for some time when I saw a herd of some animals that were faintly visible, rushing towards me or some thing which was in my direction, I got up and made my way towards the huge gate, I searched for the lock not finding it, I gave the door a slight push. It opened. No one was sitting there, may be there wasn't a need here I thought.


Once inside, the gates made a calming sound while closing themselves making the same shape which I saw earlier. I started to scan the lands up and down, left and right, in all the directions possible and all I could see was the color white. The land was filled with mist. It was as if the clouds had come down to rest for a day. Suddenly from somewhere heavy winds gushed towards the place where I was standing. The mist decided to stick with the wind and it went away with it.


The lands finally revealed themselves, my eyes were in a state of awe. Their were leagues and leagues  of  picturesque landscapes. The land was covered with thick forests and strange flowers and cold rivers and lakes and snow capped mountains and glimmering waterfalls. Strangely, it was not at all what I thought when I entered that gate. It should have been a land filled with musical instruments. Homes and  animals shaped according to different notes or instruments. The land was filled with music, but it was the music of nature.

I slipped my hands into the coat pocket to get a Marlboro stick, but my hands felt something else. It was like a small wooden box. I carefully removed the box and stared at it. I had some work to do...