మార్పు

మన ముందు కొన్ని వేల తరాలు బ్రతికారు 
మనం చరిత్ర చదువుకున్నాం, చాలా తెలుసు అనుకుంటాం.
మనకిఎన్ని మూలాలు తెలుసు ? 
అంతెందుకు ?
మన తాతకి తాతకి తాత ఎం చేసేటోడు ఎంత మందికి తెలుసు ?
మనది కాని తరం పేరు వెనక తగిలించుకుని 
మనది కాని తరం కోసం ధనం పోగేసుకుంటున్నామ్....
మనకి మన పక్కింటి వాళ్ళతో  పడదు కానీ, 
ఎక్కడో ఉన్న అదే మన మతపు , కులపు పట్టింపులు మాత్రం 
fevicol కన్నా బలంగా అంటెపెట్టుకుని ఉంటాం.

ఎన్నో కవితలు ప్రేమనే ఊపిరిగా పోసుకున్నాయి కానీ 
పెళ్లి ప్రస్తావన తీస్కురాలేకపోయినాయి....
పదాలని కలాలు కలిపినంత సులువుగా 
ఆ కలలని కులాలు కలపవు. 

ఒక సందు కుక్క ఇంకో కుక్కని ఎలాగైతే రానియదో 
మనం కూడా అలాగే గదుల్లో ఉండిపోయి 
గడులు గీసుకుంటున్నామ్....

రోడ్ పక్కన పది ఉన్న ముసలి వానికి దానం చేద్దామంటే 
Govt 50p బిల్లల ముద్రణ ఆపేసిందని అలక ఒలక బోసే మనం 
గుడి ముందు కొబ్బరికాయ వాడి దగ్గర బేరాలు అడే మనం 
దేవుడికి మాత్రం సంచుల కొద్దీ సమర్పిస్తుంటాం .....
అంటే 
దేవునికి మనం ఇచ్చే అంత గొప్పవాళ్ళమా ? 
లేక మనం ఇచ్చే వాళ్ళు అలా గొప్పవారై ఉండాలా ? 
మనం ఎలా సంపాదించామో, ఏం కోరుకోబోతున్నామో  
అన్నీ తెలిసి కూడా పుణ్యం ఎలా ప్రసాదిస్తాడు అనుకుంటాం ? 

రెండు రోజులు ఏమీ తినకుండా ఉండి 
తర్వాత రెండు బిందెలతో మనకి మనం పాలాభిషేకం చేస్కుంటే 
మనకే తెలిసి వస్తుంది ఏది అర్ధం , ఏది వ్యర్దం అనేది.        

Capitalism, ఒక మాయ లాంటిది

అది నీ జేబుని చూడదు

నీ జీవితాన్నంతా తన జేబులో ఏస్కుపోతుంది.

నిన్నే ప్రతి అడుగు దానికి ఊడిగలు చేస్తూ బ్రతికేలా చేస్తుంది. 
చాక్లేట్లు (cocoa beans) పండించే వాడికి  అవి చేదు  అని చేరనివ్వదు. 

అందులో చక్కెర కలిపి ప్రపంచం అంతా చక్కెర్లు కొట్టించి మరీ అమ్ముతుంది.

Loans అని Insurance లని Credit Card అని రకరకాలివి
కనిపెడతది- కొనిపెడతది,

తర్వాత మనకి అదే పని పడతది.

లేని రోగాలకి మందులంటాది.   

రాని రోగాలకి టీకా లంటది.  

రాబోయే చావుకి బీమా అంటాది.

మన ఆశల్ని మనకే అమ్మేస్తూ,  

మనం అస్తమించే వరకు విశ్రమించదు.                 

'Right to Vote' should also be a 'Right Vote'

.Doctors prescribe unwanted drugs and tests

.Lawyers create fake evidences 

.Cricketers fix the matches 

.Pharmacists knowingly never reveal the right drug

.Civil contractors build bad quality roads

.Manufacturers make low grade alloys
in turn reducing the lifetime of products
So as to pocket repeated customers

.Interests interest bankers in securing people’s interest

.Food industries at their best in adulteration

.Cosmetic industry ever yelling at our ugliness

.Media sensationalizes senseless things
and veils valuable information,
minting money in its investigative pin hole journalism

.Real estate is so unreal

.Half of the best brains, busy taping keys for MNCs
never realizing that they have become the white collar slaves, the neo-proletariat class.

.We Define and Confine ourselves to Caste

.We value people for their Nickel (money)……

.so Sick of us.

.But at the End of the Day, we Jump with Alacrity to Play the Blame Game, naming every Politician

.Sin is in our gene, as the saying goes……‘Like dad like son’

.So as a saying says, “Change should start with us”.

I agree its Awe discussing Penelope’s Curves
or
about the apt earrings on those sparkling sarees
but plss
Do Discuss Politics, Make Your Mates Aware.
DO..!

its in "US"

Our Eyes

Starring hours together

thought its your spell and aura

But that’s just Dopa’mine’

Kissing, while those

Eye Lashes  fluttering

Amid gasps and warm breath

I thought, in your hug lies my world

But its just Oxytoc’in’

While I was giggling with those gals

Your jealousy and possessiveness yell at me

Thought that’s Anger

But realised its all because of Adrenal‘in’

Having all the hormones in  ONE selF

why credit LOVE ?

Hailing it as an eternal element

And a merge of two souls :P

Where spotting one it self has become rare

As we started buying love from

Archies or Amazon…!!!

Thoughts.......few Cloud...few Rain....!

                Many self help advisers keep pushing the public into a false phrase that ‘one’s life lies in their own hands’. I agree, but under the foot of few corporate giants, ruling the world. We think we have got a choice, while shown 10 fingers and to touch one, never realizing that all we have got those ten fingers and can’t think of the eleventh. I am here stressing about the eleventh, twelfth and so on….

For a king a war is a win or loses.
For a soldier it is life or death.

We soldiers, dreaming life like a king’s size, with the help of advertisements, films, spiritual sessions and 120% gsm so called self help books. Irony.   

We are conditioned. They teach you to think out of box!
But not
questioning the very existence of Box.

Though I personally don’t like J. Krishnamurthy’s answers to those questions in his talks, I relish the questions. He questions the questioner about the question and the thought that gave birth to the question. He insists on awareness, contrary to the today’s conditioning.

                Once I and my friend were discussing some boy stuff over a couple of mocha and his single lit Marlboro. He was telling about few of his past make outs etc., though that never gave me any interest in listening to such pulp stuff, I sometimes give people some space and time, so they speak out. Answering a question is different from the freedom of filling up a plain sheet. It shows what you actually are. Beer might be a better lubricant over mocha, but I am still not that comfortable with them, so the surf was always over coffees. After he blabbered about all those relations, night stands and those so called true love making out stories, I asked him do you confess all these to your wife? He started laughing. I insisted again. Then he told “never”, short and bitter. But he always wanted a traditional lady with dowry and a virginity hologram.
 Irony?
Well, this answer though expected, puzzled me a little, when I tend to put myself into his shoes, to understand the logic. When I expect something from someone, I should also offer the same, often called as Fair deal, in words of global marketing.

When one is sharing with a person his life, why can’t he confess?

It’s not love here that he fears of losing, but her loyalty in later years, his pseudo suspicion greases up his transparency, ever and forever. I pity her.  These thought clouds of mine got blown off from his ‘Akon’s Smack that’ ringtone. “Hello Maa, yeah I will be home in 5 min, see you”, the words came in utmost discipline amid those fag smokes, searching for those mouth fresheners.

I recollected these lines from my childhood Dennis d menace pencil box, “You can fool all of the people some of the time and some of the people all of the time, but you can’t fool MOM.             

I just smiled to myself this time, without any more questions.

I enjoy walking alone on the beach. Pushing the tightened wet sand with toes, thoughts hitting the brain, while the waves doing it to feet. We pass on many people, everyday. We pass many faces, few noticed, few go unnoticed. We like few. Few turn us on, but most of them do not, as we feel giving a second look is futile. It might be true, they may not be beautiful or handsome as per the ISO standards, the general predefined set of fairness: tall, slim and attractive clothing. But some other person likes her/him. Everybody on this planet gets loved for their beauty by some other person, whom they share life with. A black finds beauty in a black girl, a brown in white and a white in chocolaty tone, so why can’t we appreciate a person normally, why we make our minds so conditioned. When a person can see beauty in the very same person, whom we can’t stand, is that something wrong with ourselves? I am still clueless, as the sand on the shore never gets dried.

While swapping through the channels, many times I come across these Telugu, Hindi or for that matter any local channels with their AMAZING( this word here stands at zenith of Mt. Sarcasm )serials and the reality shows. The women especially in the serials are the most intolerable creatures on earth, just for those

expressions and those dialogues. The viewers very very AMAZING* :P
 (*Exceptions as usual, but limited seats available, so rush asap). Coming to the reality shows, the women in those shows, especially the feminine shows, their expressions, words and the vulgarity, are the most effective people to propel asceticism in men, losing their interest in the materialistic and family life, as the best turn off over woman. Those people we also come across in our daily lives. Sometimes, we can’t tolerate the presence of few people; they irritate us to the core. I wonder how their mates get on with them.  Ooops clueless again.  

Till few years before, to be apt till few days before, I used to believe in that, Life is important. the living is what one should be focused, rather than principles. I used to wonder, when i read about few people, who gave up their lives and everything, for what they believed in. I used to think they are nuts. later realised the beauty in those guts. Che is popular, not for the cigar, not for the revolution, but for standing on his principle. I found a point. after all life is not just birth, studying, salary, marriage, family, houses and loans or properties and the routine race with pulse raises and diabetics jabs. Its true Life should be like a king's size, dare to relish the versatility.

  

To be continued…….

-Ram.

   

 

Corporate Cocoons

                                                

Skyscrapers shadowing Sunrises

City lights fading star twinkling 

Monsoon soil’s aroma

being wrapped up by the concrete canvas

Cutting down trees of shade

Shipping down pride through trade

In containers, we grow Bonsai

As air conditioners, we have Sansui

Nature’s musical nuances

Dampened n drowned in 

Next door’s death metal nuisance

Living in the doldrums of Real---Unreal

Rain we get wet

Sun we get tanned
Breeze we get frizzy

As the ‘Relishing Romanticism’ resting in peace

We, corporate cocoons

Ceiling our souls in graves

Gifting future a vanishing nature.

-Ram.

Before being a Valentine……………..

                Dec 21st –doomsday, Jan 1st –New Year and Feb 14th – Valentine’s Day, the three popular dates of the recent times of the present generation. For a generation which believes that ‘ the Identity lies in the brand of an inch and half synthetic strap in a low waist outfit; A generation listening to Bob Marley in their I-pods, wearing a tee of Che Guevara ( not bothering to know what he was) smoking Hookahs and cigars relating themselves to those legends, believing themselves to be Rebels ( without a cause) where the causes are always gone with the wind.   

                The generation of gadget freaks , believing more in ‘machines’ than ‘emotions’, where social media like Facebook and Whatsapp define their mutual trust, also the suspicion starters. The technical apps and their flaws playing pivotal role in causing breaches in the relations, which are based on fragile pillars of suspicion and insecurities.

                A generation so particular of its own space and privacy, not only having issues with elders of generation gap but also among their peers. A generation where you can touch each other’s body but not their mobile phones. A generation where in relations it is okay to know one’s emotions, weaknesses and also their privates but not Passwords. A generation of software slaves and Plastic smiles in the fast food nations burning more fuel than calories, ending up as hippos and then running after Lipos (liposuction). A generation where there is more transparency in the dress, than the words and hearts. A generation where a ‘HERO’ is a jobless guy tailing the gal and ‘The Lady’ is one who shows more skin and curves. A generation whose idealisms are pathetic.

                A consumerist generation where even “Love” has become ready-made with a list of pre-defined actions thwarting thoughts and original expressions to the earth. Finest greeting cards with second hand words of third grade quality, roses, pendants, chocolates, hugs and hangouts, If these are and are the only measuring parameters of Love, then no wonder breaks ups have become so easy.

                As James Joyce said “Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist…. Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant. Old Mr Verschole with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turned in eye. ………. You love a certain person. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody ….. ”.

              Love has become such a matter of convenience. A generation which runs out of shops, shopping for ages just to pick a single pair of dress never has the patience to wait for a particular and a right person. If not in the same street, it has to be in the next, if not in the same class, then in the same University. Like so on…conditions are applied* in the race of quick picking up.

              Finally to all those people celebrating ‘Love’ on Feb. 14th, thinking themselves as celebrities, trusting in those plastic emotions and false images which were built out of commercial interests of few business men.

This generation of ours which believes blindly in quality standards like ISO, ASQ certifications, has already lost the common sense and natural abilities of noticing and choosing the quality regarding various elements in our day to day life. We are now in a world of Machines and their emotions, living like a programmed Love Bots (robots)…….!!!

Waiting for the outcast female of the brand new generation………
or
a female who can make me not to bother about the generation and its shortcomings…..!!!

-Ram.

Living with "LOVE”

                                                  

No matter whether u are a theist or an atheist, believed in science of evolution or the story of ‘Adam-Eve’, the Love peeps and pops out with alacrity taking a substantial stand.

Che Guevara says true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.

The same with the case of the Evolution. Animals neither need roses nor cards. But they do Love . As all roads lead Rome, all types of people end up at loving someone. Sometime.
As told love can be blind, dumb or deaf.

An intellectual Love arises with a gush of words, thoughts. It might deal with literature, poetry, philosophy and psychology. Talking about their last night’s dream of a first kiss, where as the guy comes up with Freud and his interpretation of the dreams that, the action was been expected, making the sub-conscious mind seeding the kiss scene. Whether they meet at Costa to debate on the Politics or Hang out in a beach with different books, it’s all Love.  Listening to Mozart or Vivaldi or some classical Hindustani music, watching a old Goldie Casablanca it’s all Love.    

A Fancy Love, with periodical tons gifts, loads of letters and cards, hang outs at cafes, eyes speaking volumes (without any ‘volume’ :P ( so-called ) ), moonlights or candle lights, strolls in rain, it’s all Love. Daily phone calls and hourly texts which can finally end up in pain, going in vain or striking success preceding with a marriage. It’s a wonderful life, singing in rain and reading Eric Segal’s Love Story, with clasped arms.    

There are also many unsophisticated, or better to tell as a not pre-defined form of Love, or an unrefined form or which do not sound good . There are many couples in many areas of the world, where the man comes back home drunk and beats his wife, and falls asleep getting tired, where she ends up unlacing his shoes and blanketing him. Reality sounds tough, but exists though.

English has just one inadequate word to denote all these different emotions- these bonding, affectionate, needy, nurturing, passionate, painful, desiring, dependent, caring, ecstatic, erotic, romantic emotions and the kinds of relationships that involve them.

The so-called definitions of love, on these social networking sites tell “Love is Trust.”

Love is a concoction of Jealous, suspecting, insecure and a demanding feeling which flutters with many expectations and disappointments.

All the forms of so-called love literature, all the forms of these fancy love quotes can help you while you are in Love, but those times when it breaks your heart, tears rolling down your cheeks , do touch ground.
Love is like seasons. It comes and goes. But I am just a human, no matter of my hormones Dopamines, Serotonins and Oxytocins ( :P) the Sun every day rises on east and the sets on west.  

-Ram.

PreciouS AsheS

In the past days of ours

Thy eyes searching places,

Halting at mine.

Days pass on

While those eyes

Spoke volumes.

Felt your presence

By the warmth

Of your breath.

Felt your pulse

From those clasped arms.

In the times of low

As my childhood teddy,

Your hug awaits, no matter how Nerdy

I was.

In the times of Joy,

Those giggles and goosebumps

Gave us the

Happiness of Napoleon’s Triumphs.

 All those special words on cards

Those emotions tied to

every knots of

those gift packs.

Past days gone Fast.

Comes a time

When those eyes

Turn black and blank.

Veiled in tears

Rolling down pearls.

Comes a time

When those

Priceless presents

Get piled up

Set with fire

Turns into a heap

Of Precious Ashes.

Gone those keepsakes

With the wind.

Few mornings with mournings

Again comes a time.............
when......
-Ram.

LOW

When 'you' were loW

Everything seems high,

Fine with a shine.

Thoughts creep everywhere

Hope drops.

Heart peeps out for a

company.

Hand tends to get locked

in someone’s.

Shrinken bosom

Awaits a Hug.

Legs loose their ground.

Confidence leaning,

Making you relying.

Tears sealed in

Egoistic cocoon bursts.

Rolling down on cheeks.

Comes a Time

When the black ink,

In the dead pot

Gets life out of the Blue,

Falling onto white sheets

Penning down

all those

Clouds of emotions

Realising,

Life is all in your Hands

Right in front of you,

Spreading the plain sheets

Making mosaic of poetic Clusters. 

-Ram.

i'm a biG NOTHING.

         There are many people who write autobiographies.
there are many people who maintain a bed-time diary.

Every one of them feel that they are surely important persons on this round damn Earth.

A little crave for attention and a little more narcissism.

The following few lines also fall under the similar species of ink over a question and a monosyllabic answer…which goes like this :

“What I am ?”

“NOTHING.”

I am very much sure that everyone of us at some point of time might have killed an ant.
Have you ever thought of the lives of them…..?
( if u haven’t taken this as kidding and seriously came up with a honest answer then it would almost sound this way…)

ANS: Small one. Just an Ant, not much important.

( who knows it might be important for its dad, mom, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, granny ants etc……I am telling you I haven’t got any intentions of tickling you people and I am serious of what I am telling.)

 how can dinosaurs and the mythical demons are bad and sinful when we are not…?

Always a LIFE is a LIFE.

If you are feeling low to compare yourself with the life that of an ant, then one can compare with the Nature.
“Now the nothingness makes little sense I guess..!”

We are not born with choice.
We don’t die with a choice.

It’s all the nature of the Nature.

A man standing on a point makes a circle of radius ‘ME’ then a little bigger one with ‘FAMILY’ , then a little more bigger of ‘FRIENDS AND COLLEAGUES’ and  the funny part is that he also assigns one for his hatred making a circle ‘AVOID & ENEMY’ but never any radii of society, Nature, help and concern.

Thinks himself to be a radiant source of centrifugal flow  but craving for an centripetal affection and attention.

Even the family also keeps lots of hopes, expectations, love, affection, emotions, care, sentiment, attachment etc. along with a stack of keep sakes leading to a psychological gigabyte of memory disks.

We ourselves give a lot of attention on many tiny things if they are related to us.

Innumerable gifts and cards what we give to one guy/gal and on top of it telling phony stuff pretty often that “ U know me , I know U. It’s you what gives me happiness not these materialistic gains by the way that’s a nice Perfume darling”.

‘****’
 the smell of soil from where we get our food.

The smell of sweat from dad who works all the day.

Scolding mom for the stringent smell of onions( H2SO4) playing on a PSP and that of the raw milk packets.

LOVE what you LIVE.

Wearing a branded tee of 3k,jeans of 5k, watch of 15k, shoe of 8k and a branded string undie of 1000 rupeeees with a cool shades of 4k on a 250cc bold bike and suddenly some god damn fucking lorry driver who with a torn vest and a stinking dhoti hits the guy leading to a fatal accident.

Moral of the story :

‘ Death is priceless.’

‘Death is also pointless.’

No logic, no timing, no guarantee.

Taking all Proteins, steroids and going to a costliest Gym stacking up packs on your tummy and all of a sudden one day some thief bumps onto you stabs you with a 4 inch knife diagonally to the sternum right into the heart.

A fatality knock out as the one in mortal combat games.

Moral of the Story :

Not only LOVE, even DEATH is BLIND. It doesn’t care how sexy or how smart you are.

Life is a Bubble.
How even big it is…..how high it ….a Prick can end it any time anywhere.

When compared to the mother earth ( nature )

what is our size…?
what is our lifespan..?

what is impact on other’s lives..?

again it’s the NOTHING.

In spite of that we are polluting it, we are killing many poor people with our greed.
( rather surfing for sexy wallpapers surf once over the hunger deaths.
follow the Somalia issue on the editorial page rather than page 3.)

On my new tee I found these lines which made me to buy it,

“WE NEED NOT STOP MOVING AHEAD BUT SHOULD STOP MOVING OVER…! ”

When we are happy and smiling our lips point the sky curving up

When we are sad and crying the tears fall down.

But whatever it is, our legs are always on Ground.

Happiness- Sadness

Comfort-Difficulty

Sexy – Extra pounds

Are like waves of the sea…..they Fall and Raise but the sea always sustains its sobriety.

The Rich Sea can’t reduce the poor’s thirsty.

It’s only those few rivers which flow toward them and gives them water and life.

So……BE LIKE A FLOWING RIVER.

Don’t ever raise expectations on anything. It’s always better flowing with all gush rather raising high as a bush being a prey for some untimely gusty wind..!    

-Ram.

....Possessive RAIN.....

Lips smile Pink
Mascara eYes wink.

Either Chewing Gum
or showing Bum.

Gals pass on brushing their Bosom.
an insane ripened Buxom.

Ur Colored Streaks
uP skirt and Tees 
Never turn me a Freak.

I bide for the Bride of
an innocent Hug
a wIttY Wink.
a trusty Brain
with a possessive RAIN.

-raM...!

AmbiGuous-OmnibuS.

                A coin has its value only when it has got the both sides of it.

                 Toss it.

             When a wave propagates it goes with a consecutive crests and troughs. That’s how it sails throughout its life time before it gets dampened (death). Life is a wave. It definitely has got its crests and troughs.

The coin which got tossed at the starting of this essay should either be a HEAD or TAIL after hitting the land being biased. A wave though having its crests and troughs in vertical motion has its propagation in a horizontal motion for the sake of reaching its destination or by its nature (whatever).

My mind is a piggy bank of few fist full of dollars or coins which always pop out as in a pop-corn maker. No rest and remaining unbiased. As the denomination of the coins, my thought coins also have few appellations of their own.

Money-Satisfaction (JOB coin)

I accept Money is not everything……but don’t leave the underlying fact that it can buy MANY THINGS.

Getting a good amount of money, a gr8 car with your girl on your shoulder, drive straight on to your yacht and sharing the finest wine with a campfire and a cosy bed. This sounds great and nice.

Also sometimes this tiny heart of mine, without minding it's own business of periodical  pounding also gives some concern to the issues like poverty, girl infanticide, women molestation and corruption.

I may not do anything to them. I may not change the world. But a tiny hope in ma tiny heart  always thumps periodically that I can affect it to some extent at least…..
That lands me on struggle for existence rather on survival of the fittest.

Philanthropy-Misanthropy (Attitude coin)

Sometimes I feel I have to love everyone (now don’t come up with a mocking alacrity as I am not addressing girls alone.) like some Mother Theresa, with a smile on face and a heart in mind that’s all it needs and takes.

Sometimes I feel like for the people who don’t care and who doesn’t know the value of life and the way they are living being mean etc. making me to feel that they don’t deserve my concern.
this makes me to care for them sometimes and hate them as the way they are being.
no one can be perfect and whom am I to expect anything from them.

Sex-Character (Character)

Sex is the natural tendency and the law of nature which creates a automatic attraction of the opposite sex. Sex is not crime. Sexual intentions are not wrong. Our pre-defined values and principles of our culture alone makes it as a sin (paapam).

But sometimes I also feel that you just have sex with everyone as a stray dog and should have some values and principles by yourself. For yourself.

This Physio -Psychological ambiguity is a Jeopardy for my psychological placidity.

Anger-Kind (nature).

Its obvious that sometime or other there comes a situation or incident which raises the adrenalin. The anger. Explodes.

Later we realise and repent that the anger most of the time is shown on our nearer and dearer ones.

I also want to be kind to them. Showing my love alone.

Anger always remains as an accident for me.
I don’t know when it comes. I know why.  But that’s futile.

Monogamy- Polygamy (Relations)

In Hindu Mythology there’s a saying that the number of whorls (sudulu) equals the number of wives.

This blushes me as I have got 3 of them...:P

When all the kings and gods whom we take up as idols, ideals and models etc. are polygamous and why don’t we accept and try it out.

For anyone they have a thought of marrying or lust or some carnal desire on other lady after marriage too. But as that’s a social sin so they don’t discuss that and builds her an epitaph inside the heart itself.

I am here just giving a live form for anyone’s or my own thoughts .

which may come……or may not come.


Hope-Despair(Philosophy-coin)

Its always this tiny hope which actually makes us to fly high to our dreams and at the same time can stamp down to earth crackling up the expectations.

A hope always helps for some positivity.

It gives patience.

But when the expectations do not reach, then it’s the Despair.

Sometimes I intentionally entertain the feel Despair.
it’s actually the other side of looking at your things from a negative side to a positive shade.

Mind sometimes entertain stoicism.



These above are a certain collection. An inevitable concoction.

An Omnibus of the times of my state of Ambiguous..! 

-Ram.

CONSCIENCE vs CHARACTER

When I was a kid , 

I can recall my inquisitiveness over the question “ what was first : Chicken or Egg ?”

"Seed or Tree…?”

While nearing my teens and after studying reproduction chapters in class 8 th , I took a step ahead and got into the mystery of “ Man or Woman..?”

Now after stepping into my 21^st year one question is repeating itself so recurrently that I cant avoid answering it.

“  LIFE- POLICIES & PRINCIPLES …? ”

This question makes another  ‘Fight Club’ between my thoughts of my CHARACTER and my CONSCIENCE.

CHARACTER :

I personally feel one has to make few principles and stick to them. Let the world end , sky might fall and in topsy turvy  situation one shouldn’t  deteriorate .

To quote one by Che Guevara “ I would rather die standing than live on my knees"

CONSCIENCE :

‘Che’ knows that its jeopardy gng to Bolivia and got shot dead at an age of 39 leaving his daughter Hildalta and  wife with the world.Our lives are important. Living is more important.

First is living a Life and then the framed principles and policies.

CHARACTER :

 In such a case, what’s the difference between Man and Animal. ?

You can’t degrade yourself begging for food and collecting crumbs at the garbage bins ..!

It’s better dying.......Wat saY…?

CONSCIENCE:

 Two points I have to make clear to you before I raise one of my own.

-There need not be any difference between human and animals when it’s a matter of living. I am not talking about the quality but about sheer living. Moreover we harm them more. :P

-Coming to beggars, Life isn’t a choice for them. Life is to live it.

Hunger doesn’t have any Taste.

Sleep doesn’t have any comfort.

It’s your thought and Pre-defined values which make them important to you.

To a point of mine, have you ever thought of the quality of quality…?

Quality is a relative term like that of Good and Bad.

‘ISI’ or ‘ASA’ standards aren’t there for living yet.

CHARACTER :

Quality is a relative term. I accept  but,

It’s better living a year like Swan than a life like a Crow.

It’s better living a day with freedom than a year like a Slave.

CONSCIENCE :

 You are neither living the life of Swan nor the Crow .put yourself in the shoes of the crow and tell……

It can’t paint itself  WHITE and tell that  “ THIS IS IT”.

No choice man ….no choice…can’t you see that..?

A prostitute sells her body .

A software professional sells his mind.

On terms of quality it’s the mind which takes the Cake.

SO , THE PROSTITUTE is maintaining a better dignity than the software professional.

Principles and policies should be keep changing with time and conditions.

CHARACTER:

If you keep changing, being fickle and not have a standardised consistency then where you end up finally…?

If everyone thinks same,

CHE felt the same……

Gandhi…..Bhagat Singh ….the same then Cuba and India would have still been fighting for Independence day.

Tilak said ‘ Swaraj is my birth right’ and that’s what he foufght for until his last breathe.

That’s what he is still remembered for …!

CONSCIENCE :

TRUCE……let me call it a day with mine……….

Man listen,

I agree with you that Gandhi and Tilak are the frontiers of the national movement. But, they are the middle and upper middle class. They had a CHOICE.

I am insisting upon the poor, the beggars , the prostitutes , the daily waged labour  who makes up the 70-75 % of  our India. I here also stress that one can’t and shouldn’t look down upon them.

A poor man can posses his dignity and honesty as his asset.

Where a rich shows his money and prosperity as his status and assets.

Just keep in mind that never look down upon any poor ( pure ) fellow. There are many Rich fellows of Poor character and rotten mind sets with zero honesty and disgusting dignity. ……….!

-Ram