"Why these preparations without end?"—I said to Mind—"Is some one to come?"
Mind replied, "I am enormously busy gathering things and building towers. I have no time to answer such questions."
Meekly I went back to my work.
When things were grown to a pile, when seven wings of his palace were complete, I said to Mind, "Is it not enough?"
Mind began to say, "Not enough to contain—" and then stopped.
"Contain what?" I asked.
Mind affected not to hear.
I suspected that Mind did not know, and with ceaseless work smothered the question.
His one refrain was, "I must have more."
"Why must you?"
"Because it is great."
"What is great?"
Mind remained silent. I pressed for an answer.
In contempt and anger, Mind said, "Why ask about things that are not? Take notice of those that are hugely before you,—the struggle and the fight, the army and armaments, the bricks and mortar, and labourers without number."
I thought "Possibly Mind is wise."
The lofty building lies in the dust and all is scattered and broken.
Mind looked about. But what was there to see?
Only the morning star and the lily washed in dew.
And what else? A child running laughing from its mother's arms into the open light.
"Was it only for this that they said it was the day of the Coming?"
"Yes, this was why they said there was music in the air and light in the sky."
"And did they claim all the earth only for this?"
"Yes," came the answer. "Mind, you build walls to imprison yourself. Your servants toil to enslave themselves; but the whole earth and infinite space are for the child, for the New Life."
"What does that child bring you?"
"Hope for all the world and its joy."
Mind asked me, "Poet, do you understand?"
"I lay my work aside," I said, "for I must have time to understand.""
-----Written by "Tagore"
Today I attempt to write an eulogy to the brilliant Tagore......to even understand and appreciate Tagore requires a contemplative bent of mind.....to the superficial mind which thrives on sensationalism and vulgar entertainment, Tagore's poems are just irrelevant, loose-in-detail songs , shoddy and with no definite theme....
But a mind which though mature in its reflections holds the child's innocence in high esteem will definitely accept Tagore's brilliance.
Such poignancy rarely have I come across.....in the above poem Tagore gives life to the eternal conflict within man to either succumb to monotony or live in the eternal spontaneous creativity which his mind exhibits when not dragged down by the worldly cares.....
The initial para.....reflects the mind working incessantly and the poet as an observer questions the mind about the "purpose" of the incessant working....
The mind , if you observe, typical to its nature , creates an artificial aura of importance, which when closely analysed vanishes into thin air....the poet though he understands this,....refuses to rebel....simply because though he knows the minds stupidity.....there is no other anchor where he can hold himself steady......he has still not found his moorings....
By rationalizing that the mind maybe wise , he makes peace with himself....
If we observe.....Tagore clearly points out the childish rituals and falsified sense of duty by which our mind/intellect binds us....what do we need???.....how would I know??....We have always listened to the mind.....who propelled us to crave for social security, position and false notions of responsibility.........whatever truly matters takes place without our interference....
The body moves and breathes according to the brilliantly built nervous system.....if all our bodily functions depended on us...then heaven help us.....a kind God has seen to it that atleast the vital functions are independent of our doings.....
this is the sublime impression that Tagore conveys.......though work needs to be done.....why the long face???......whatever is of importance is already been taken care of.....why then the urgency....why the need to convince anyone we meet, about the importance of what we do.....
Mainly ....nowadays I have observed......friends of my childhood rather than introducing themselves , introduce their job profiles to me......what is the need to do that??....
When we were children, I did not know whether you would be a scoundrel or a political reformer......what mattered was camaraderie........what mattered was whether we could share some common grounds where we could empathize with each others problems and grow mutually....
It still does.......Tagore brilliantly conveys this message.......a message which has gained in meaning as it comes hurtling across half a century........
This monster mind has taken over our lives, demanding at its altar the sacrifice of spontaneity
, no more , says Tagore let it be-fool you......
It has no basis, no argument to defend.....other than turning a blind eye to reason.....the mind has no hope against the philosopher who looks it in the eye and demands an explanation for its mischief.....
The final para's show the awakening of the human intellect to the simple joy of a child running into the light......again Tagore brilliantly portrays the defeat of the adult mind at the hands of a child.....at the hands of innocence.....
An adult businessman......is most happy when he comes home to his children and plays with them, satisfying their every whim.......the man....who during the day works in vain to relieve his debt to the mind...defeats it in an instant when he throws aside the shackles that bind him when he meets his child.....
Tagore , exhorts us to just push our horizon a bit......have a peep at the mind from a higher altitude......know its working and dominate the mind as a child does....
A child who reigns supreme as the king of his empire....free as a lark .....in comparison to his adult counterpart...who is just nothing but a well-dressed and responsible beggar.....
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
the beauty of slow motion.....
Ever had the feeling as if you are a spectator, watching the kaleidoscope of experiences that we call life ......
Its as if ....the same reel is running slowly .....perpetrating a senseless deja-vu.......
I have noticed ....only a few realize this.....the others never stop and reflect.....sometimes the carnal thirst to win at every cost is so high that the repetitive staleness of life is given a miss-in-baulk.....
Maybe it is the putrid staleness ....that makes one run in the first place.....the attention is so much on the outcome that life seems like a couple of milestones in the beginning.....
only in the beginning................eventually .........there is a part of the human consciousness which somehow detaches itself from the rigmarole of stupidity and watches with a profound detachment the happenings..........
..beautifully silent.....ever aware ...neither self-pitying nor attempting to dramatize the trivial.....this beautiful detachment dawns unaware ......as the sun's beautiful "rays" in the morning.....in sanskrit it's called "aruna" the charioteer of the sun-god......the one who heralds the beginning of dawn.....she looks on from an Olympian height the convolutions of destinies paths as it grinds each man beneath its unyielding heel.....
....maybe this is what the ancient seers meant by "soul".....the "spirit" within......never sleeping, always blissfully aware.....never subject to the machinations of the pilfering , ever-blabbering mind.....
She doesn't have the mind's irritating habit of cross-talk, attempting to justify its every action....."she is".....always.....existing peacefully........
Her purity so unalloyed that even the rush of "ecstatic happiness" seems like a disturbance.....it makes even euphoria look like a gregarious impostor....
Maybe this is what the ancient meant by the "peace that passeth all understanding".......which is not dependent on any object for its arousal.....
a happiness so pure.......her very existence is healing and purifying.......there is no stench of greed, imperfection and longing to be completed...
its already complete.....what more can she add to herself....any addition will just make her imperfect....both pain and pleasure mar her rich beauty...maybe this is why the meaning of "vishnu" is also the "one for whom pleasure and pain are alike"......the underlying note on which the mind dares to enact its play......
when the play finishes......its beautiful again.......the purity is regained......it was always there....ever "shiva" ....ever auspiciousness.....
the nectarine silence........mother of all thoughts and words......how can language describe her......
For language has an apex.........its pinnacle is to express the sublimest of thoughts.....but not silence........maybe that why the ancients said that "she" could not be described by words............words are limited by thought and who can voice something which is not cloaked by thought.....
Maybe that's why the eternal thirst for objects which are beautiful.............beauty which stuns the onlooker into silence.......true beauty does not excite......it soothes......its gentle caress erases out the wrinkles of thoughts.........
the silence that a paramour feels on embracing her secret beloved........is a reflection of the eternal goddess of silence.....
When the embrace is complete....all longing...all desire are stunned into silence for a fleeting moment.....again providing for a split second....the glimpse of reality.......what sublime bliss......
beauty does reflect god's face.....at least for an instant........
The wise recognize the original longing behind the sensual craving.....they understand their true need.....they see the goddess smiling behind the veils....
the search begins for the elusive mistress of silence.......ever she observes her child......tempting and teasing him.......she knows he will find her in the end......
she laughs as he tries to understand her....trying to cloak her with symbols and words........how she laughs.......she has to teach him.....guide him temptingly......he is innocent like a new born baby......trying to grasp his own shadow....and angry when the sun takes the shadow away........
eventually he tries to win her through action.....again she foils him ........how can the inactive mistress of silence be gained through selfish, gross ever-volatile action.......
But the action provides a balm......he feels like he is actively searching for her.....applying himself through the worldly grind,....he desperately hopes she would notice his misery.......but the goddess needs surrender from her child.....at heart a woman.......she knows how to comfort and relive the burden....what can she do......if he does not want to be comforted......
As he sits tired and angry at the world.......he surrenders .......unknowingly.......without reservation.......not attempting to find or question her.....like a child.......unreservedly....unconditionally.......a love that only a child and his mother can understand.........
a bond that does not require constant rationalization nor any tag...........nor justification nor secrecy......
Maybe that's why the "buddha" became the "sakta" as the "shakti" enlightened him.....born a warrior .....he tried everything.....before finally falling asleep in her lap.....
It was not the "bodhi tree" which was responsible for his bliss........his heart was pure ....and at that instant the eternal silence took over.......
The mother of all names and forms..........as we retrace.....we see her true nature.......elusively hidden..........captivatingly beautiful......visible only to the wise....ever cheerful.....beauty personified.....
A beauty so pure that even describing it renders it impure.....
the only way to eulogize her is to close the eyes....and merge within....watch her as she plays with her own myriad forms.....what more is required......
Its as if ....the same reel is running slowly .....perpetrating a senseless deja-vu.......
I have noticed ....only a few realize this.....the others never stop and reflect.....sometimes the carnal thirst to win at every cost is so high that the repetitive staleness of life is given a miss-in-baulk.....
Maybe it is the putrid staleness ....that makes one run in the first place.....the attention is so much on the outcome that life seems like a couple of milestones in the beginning.....
only in the beginning................eventually .........there is a part of the human consciousness which somehow detaches itself from the rigmarole of stupidity and watches with a profound detachment the happenings..........
..beautifully silent.....ever aware ...neither self-pitying nor attempting to dramatize the trivial.....this beautiful detachment dawns unaware ......as the sun's beautiful "rays" in the morning.....in sanskrit it's called "aruna" the charioteer of the sun-god......the one who heralds the beginning of dawn.....she looks on from an Olympian height the convolutions of destinies paths as it grinds each man beneath its unyielding heel.....
....maybe this is what the ancient seers meant by "soul".....the "spirit" within......never sleeping, always blissfully aware.....never subject to the machinations of the pilfering , ever-blabbering mind.....
She doesn't have the mind's irritating habit of cross-talk, attempting to justify its every action....."she is".....always.....existing peacefully........
Her purity so unalloyed that even the rush of "ecstatic happiness" seems like a disturbance.....it makes even euphoria look like a gregarious impostor....
Maybe this is what the ancient meant by the "peace that passeth all understanding".......which is not dependent on any object for its arousal.....
a happiness so pure.......her very existence is healing and purifying.......there is no stench of greed, imperfection and longing to be completed...
its already complete.....what more can she add to herself....any addition will just make her imperfect....both pain and pleasure mar her rich beauty...maybe this is why the meaning of "vishnu" is also the "one for whom pleasure and pain are alike"......the underlying note on which the mind dares to enact its play......
when the play finishes......its beautiful again.......the purity is regained......it was always there....ever "shiva" ....ever auspiciousness.....
the nectarine silence........mother of all thoughts and words......how can language describe her......
For language has an apex.........its pinnacle is to express the sublimest of thoughts.....but not silence........maybe that why the ancients said that "she" could not be described by words............words are limited by thought and who can voice something which is not cloaked by thought.....
Maybe that's why the eternal thirst for objects which are beautiful.............beauty which stuns the onlooker into silence.......true beauty does not excite......it soothes......its gentle caress erases out the wrinkles of thoughts.........
the silence that a paramour feels on embracing her secret beloved........is a reflection of the eternal goddess of silence.....
When the embrace is complete....all longing...all desire are stunned into silence for a fleeting moment.....again providing for a split second....the glimpse of reality.......what sublime bliss......
beauty does reflect god's face.....at least for an instant........
The wise recognize the original longing behind the sensual craving.....they understand their true need.....they see the goddess smiling behind the veils....
the search begins for the elusive mistress of silence.......ever she observes her child......tempting and teasing him.......she knows he will find her in the end......
she laughs as he tries to understand her....trying to cloak her with symbols and words........how she laughs.......she has to teach him.....guide him temptingly......he is innocent like a new born baby......trying to grasp his own shadow....and angry when the sun takes the shadow away........
eventually he tries to win her through action.....again she foils him ........how can the inactive mistress of silence be gained through selfish, gross ever-volatile action.......
But the action provides a balm......he feels like he is actively searching for her.....applying himself through the worldly grind,....he desperately hopes she would notice his misery.......but the goddess needs surrender from her child.....at heart a woman.......she knows how to comfort and relive the burden....what can she do......if he does not want to be comforted......
As he sits tired and angry at the world.......he surrenders .......unknowingly.......without reservation.......not attempting to find or question her.....like a child.......unreservedly....unconditionally.......a love that only a child and his mother can understand.........
a bond that does not require constant rationalization nor any tag...........nor justification nor secrecy......
Maybe that's why the "buddha" became the "sakta" as the "shakti" enlightened him.....born a warrior .....he tried everything.....before finally falling asleep in her lap.....
It was not the "bodhi tree" which was responsible for his bliss........his heart was pure ....and at that instant the eternal silence took over.......
The mother of all names and forms..........as we retrace.....we see her true nature.......elusively hidden..........captivatingly beautiful......visible only to the wise....ever cheerful.....beauty personified.....
A beauty so pure that even describing it renders it impure.....
the only way to eulogize her is to close the eyes....and merge within....watch her as she plays with her own myriad forms.....what more is required......
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Shiva.....
I would request my readers to skip this post if you are not subject to dark, melancholy moods......coz if you are not this article will definitely make you eat your own eyeball :P
....again all in an attempt to discover my own writing capabilities.....
Scene: Shiva after sati immolates herself in daksha's yagna
(shiva in contemplation)
Shivohum.........I am he........eternally......always alone......forged by one of the moods of nature...I am Shiva.....The tamasic......Death.....rebirth....disease......I own them all.....
Who was I born to....where will be my end....even I am not sure....I am nature itself......plagued by the curse to bring death......I love none and am beyond the emotions of attachment.......
The universal law holds me responsible to make mankind realize the futility of all their attempts and hopes.....disregard their every prayer.....so that finally they know the universal law .....the sublime truth underlying all....
Only I have the discrimination to actually see my children as they actually are.....unbiased.....unjudging.....I hold everyone close to me.....
Paradox am I....Shivohum.......unattached yet ever concerned.....given the gruesome task of revealing the truth......
Only one could ever know me......sati........the universal law had to create polarity for every being.....their merger resulting in "shunyata".....the eternal silence.....for every good thought a polar negation had to be created.....
I was entrusted to keep the balance of darkness........protect the undead.....the social outcasts....my children......she was my polarity.....The perfect negation.....
Without her existence the world will not be able to bear my wrath......as I watched over the spirits ...she watched over the suras.....the other polarity........in essence the same....we cannot exist without the other......
without her, its best to recede.......Always my refuge.... into the eternal silence.....where I dont need to even be conscious of myself......again maintaining the balance......the blind rage that the poison of duality has caused......is agonizing ....the role that she wanted me to play...if continued would lead to annihilation....I need to give up......
The only thing I surrender to......the mother of all thoughts and words......silence....only she can chain my chaotic nature.....unbounded I may cause chaos.....unfettered I may cause harm to the very balance......
I can hear my children s cries......they don't want me to recede......but for the welfare of all.....I need to be strong......As I recede.......thoughts have to be given up......My own thoughts....each capable of bringing disolution if brought to action....I need to be careful.......the powerful ones emerge......
Sati.....you always knew......that the agony of separation would be my lot.....only I....Rudra could bear it......before I could stop you.....you gave up your identity.....
Didn't you realize , I would stop without you.....it was you who pulled me out of my meditations.......you robed me with your own characteristics......lending nature to me...Shiva.....who is attributeless.....I embraced imperfection on your insistence.....your disappearance has endorsed my own dictum......Finally everything is transitory......All matter has to return to its source......
So be it...."Tathaastu"
Raavana.....my brave warrior-son......he knew nothing but me.......forced by his prarabdha to be ram's polar.....his destiny was already sealed.........Though as mighty as Indra.....as learned as brihaspati......he knew the world will always remember him for his so called evil deeds.......who else but I could sooth his troubled mind....
As destiny wrought each evil deed by his hands......he clung more and more to me......how could I forsake him....cursed with immortality by brahma....I had to help him.....I decided to hasten his end...
..Give him release before he could be subjected to further humiliations.....I told Rama the secret to finish him.......protected him in the guise of hanuman......
Ravana could never be defeated by might alone.....he was my devotee......On the eve before the final battle......he himself told me to finish the play....reveal the secret of his immortality to Rama......
I was elated......no more would he be subject to the machinations of the world.....let the fools believe that he died of pride.....he finally attained my state.....I never forsake my children.....
A part of me wants to stop ......who will care for my children....the bhutas and the pisachas......in me they find the perfect father.....whoever it may be....however repulsive....to me they are all expressions of the universal truth......
My auspiciousness soothes them....without me they will be lost....in the whirlpool of Karma.....
Who could I complain to.....I am shiva......the destroyer of sorrow and confusion.....how can I myself be subject to my own play......
I give up....let the other gods lift the mantle that I have been carrying since ages......
Without Sati....no more do I find the need to be responsible to anyone........
I am He.....
Shivohum
I know.....its pretty cheesy....but hey its my blog :D
....again all in an attempt to discover my own writing capabilities.....
Scene: Shiva after sati immolates herself in daksha's yagna
(shiva in contemplation)
Shivohum.........I am he........eternally......always alone......forged by one of the moods of nature...I am Shiva.....The tamasic......Death.....rebirth....disease......I own them all.....
Who was I born to....where will be my end....even I am not sure....I am nature itself......plagued by the curse to bring death......I love none and am beyond the emotions of attachment.......
The universal law holds me responsible to make mankind realize the futility of all their attempts and hopes.....disregard their every prayer.....so that finally they know the universal law .....the sublime truth underlying all....
Only I have the discrimination to actually see my children as they actually are.....unbiased.....unjudging.....I hold everyone close to me.....
Paradox am I....Shivohum.......unattached yet ever concerned.....given the gruesome task of revealing the truth......
Only one could ever know me......sati........the universal law had to create polarity for every being.....their merger resulting in "shunyata".....the eternal silence.....for every good thought a polar negation had to be created.....
I was entrusted to keep the balance of darkness........protect the undead.....the social outcasts....my children......she was my polarity.....The perfect negation.....
Without her existence the world will not be able to bear my wrath......as I watched over the spirits ...she watched over the suras.....the other polarity........in essence the same....we cannot exist without the other......
without her, its best to recede.......Always my refuge.... into the eternal silence.....where I dont need to even be conscious of myself......again maintaining the balance......the blind rage that the poison of duality has caused......is agonizing ....the role that she wanted me to play...if continued would lead to annihilation....I need to give up......
The only thing I surrender to......the mother of all thoughts and words......silence....only she can chain my chaotic nature.....unbounded I may cause chaos.....unfettered I may cause harm to the very balance......
I can hear my children s cries......they don't want me to recede......but for the welfare of all.....I need to be strong......As I recede.......thoughts have to be given up......My own thoughts....each capable of bringing disolution if brought to action....I need to be careful.......the powerful ones emerge......
Sati.....you always knew......that the agony of separation would be my lot.....only I....Rudra could bear it......before I could stop you.....you gave up your identity.....
Didn't you realize , I would stop without you.....it was you who pulled me out of my meditations.......you robed me with your own characteristics......lending nature to me...Shiva.....who is attributeless.....I embraced imperfection on your insistence.....your disappearance has endorsed my own dictum......Finally everything is transitory......All matter has to return to its source......
So be it...."Tathaastu"
Raavana.....my brave warrior-son......he knew nothing but me.......forced by his prarabdha to be ram's polar.....his destiny was already sealed.........Though as mighty as Indra.....as learned as brihaspati......he knew the world will always remember him for his so called evil deeds.......who else but I could sooth his troubled mind....
As destiny wrought each evil deed by his hands......he clung more and more to me......how could I forsake him....cursed with immortality by brahma....I had to help him.....I decided to hasten his end...
..Give him release before he could be subjected to further humiliations.....I told Rama the secret to finish him.......protected him in the guise of hanuman......
Ravana could never be defeated by might alone.....he was my devotee......On the eve before the final battle......he himself told me to finish the play....reveal the secret of his immortality to Rama......
I was elated......no more would he be subject to the machinations of the world.....let the fools believe that he died of pride.....he finally attained my state.....I never forsake my children.....
A part of me wants to stop ......who will care for my children....the bhutas and the pisachas......in me they find the perfect father.....whoever it may be....however repulsive....to me they are all expressions of the universal truth......
My auspiciousness soothes them....without me they will be lost....in the whirlpool of Karma.....
Who could I complain to.....I am shiva......the destroyer of sorrow and confusion.....how can I myself be subject to my own play......
I give up....let the other gods lift the mantle that I have been carrying since ages......
Without Sati....no more do I find the need to be responsible to anyone........
I am He.....
Shivohum
I know.....its pretty cheesy....but hey its my blog :D
Monday, June 14, 2010
The passion of "Chris"na
Aloha phrends.....
A warning , today my inspiration is mis-guiding me to write something really cheesy and sentimental....kindly bear with me....as a writer has to explore all the shades of his art.....to make himself feel complete .....or that's what we say ...when we lack ideas and plagiarize somebody Else's work :P
This blog is actually inspired by a book that I read sneakily during my office lunch hours....
without further ado...
Krishna----the blue-hued lord.....much worshiped ....the one who bears the ire of the intellectuals and the vedantins alike...I personally belong to the school of advaita....and hence my experience with this particular deity has been minimal....but Krishna always has been depicted as a personality with so many hues, that sometimes it seems as if different people are talking about different personalities at the same time......a teasing lover , brilliant strategist and statesman, a guide to the uninspired.....
Lets say per se....Krishna was not a deity...maybe he was just a God fully aware of his mortality......what would have gone through his mind during the last few hours before he died....
Scene:
I stood staring at the sea...the source of all creation......I had watched it all begin here.....and to what purpose .......every man , a symbol of perfection who I watched grow under my personal care......today I stand alone offering "arghya" into the waters for their departed souls, whose very death I orchestrated.....
Gandhari has cursed me and my clan to a gruesome fate......I have accepted her judgement with a calm resignation.....every living thing has to live out its prarabdha karma.....be it animal, man or god incarnate....being bonded to the flesh, its pains have to be borne with patience and fortitude.....
Yes that has been my karma (destiny)......to pit brother against brother.....to provide man with the ideal, that nothing is greater than one's duty towards evolution.......towards the entire humanity......
How I wish, I had not been chosen for this......worshiped by yajnaseni (drauopadi), parth (arjun)..I had to protect him from Karna......I feel the weight of Karna's death on my hands......he who destiny had marked out to torture.....how could I not acknowledge that hero when he lived... I....the lord of All.....not understand the agony he went through....not knowing his own lineage.....misled at every turn by both his destiny and me......he had no chance.......
He knew me.......the day he set eyes on me...he knew ...I was the alpha and omega.....He knew that the people whom I support will have no defeat......he saw it the day I met him to disclose his identity....he saw what I could give him....."moksha" from the eternal transmigration that each soul is subject to.......HE surrendered himself to me that day......The bow was taut....the arrows flew....but Karna the mind had already surrendered at my feet......he was just finishing his karma (destiny)
His devotion to me was unsurpassable....though outwardly against me.....he even surrendered his "Kavacha -kundala" knowing fully well that it was I.....his protector who instigated Indra to make him devoid of his armor.....
such devotion....Arjuna will never understand.....truly Karna was "Daanveer"......finally he gave his own self to me......
How I wish I could have been on his side ...been his charioteer....imparted the "Gita" to him.......a man who was ready for the final flight of the soul......but his destiny would not allow me to do that.....forgive me Karna......O son of Surya.....verily you have attained my abode , by going beyond the Maya I created....ever aware of the world of duality, you surrendered yourself to me while fighting me....making me a helpless lord who is awed by the erudition of his disciple.....
Forgive me Parth.....I always knew you loved Draupadi the most, and could not bear her being shared by your brothers....Being a friend ,I knew your mind and I should have helped you......but again I orchestrated her marriage to all of you...as I had to ensure that the Pandavas always remained five.....for I could foresee that it was draupadi who was the common thread, as a string is through a set of pearls.....
without her each one of you would have gone your separate way....and then who would have protected the "dharma" (way of life)......
Her eyes haunt me.......she thinks of me as her own blood ......but what could I do...I had to bring about the game of dice where she had to be humiliated in front of everyone forging the bond between you five brothers......the final nail on the coffin of the Kauravas....
Forgive me yajnaseni.....I had to betray your trust.....for the gretear good....I could have burnt those sinners to cinder within the twinkling of the eye.....but I had to establish dharma.....the protocol had to be established.......
Though bound to the Pandavas.....your mind already was merged in me......Only you could go through all the torture that I put you through and still love me as the Lord.....for your love had no duality in it......it just accepted me as I was.....where people saw "Krishna " -the mayavi......you alone saw reason behind my actions.....
The day I met you and your husbands in the forest in the last year of your exile......and encouraged them to fight Duryodhana....I could see the flicker of pain in your eyes....you knew....that your lord has been using you as an instrument to abolish "adharma"....to bring to justice those who had sinned and at that moment you gave yourself up completely to me......Your husbands will never understand your love for me......A love which knew only the higher good.....which does not even have a tinge of greed in it but flows just because it enjoys in enveloping even the undeserving......You always reminded me of my mother Yashoda......
If ever I am born again....I would be born as your son....for no greater fortune can I think for myself....
Today as Jara (hunter who killed krishna)....prepares the arrow which will finish my incarnation....I remember you the most......I am tired......
I still remember the day when I came to protect you from the wrath of durvasa.....the akshaya patra had been cleansed and would yield no more food.....I ate a grain and the entire assembly of sages went home satiated....
I just want to eat the last morsel of food from your hands....but how dare I show my face to you.....because of me , you mourn the death of your sons in the battle of kurukshetra......
Maybe in the next lifetime........
A warning , today my inspiration is mis-guiding me to write something really cheesy and sentimental....kindly bear with me....as a writer has to explore all the shades of his art.....to make himself feel complete .....or that's what we say ...when we lack ideas and plagiarize somebody Else's work :P
This blog is actually inspired by a book that I read sneakily during my office lunch hours....
without further ado...
Krishna----the blue-hued lord.....much worshiped ....the one who bears the ire of the intellectuals and the vedantins alike...I personally belong to the school of advaita....and hence my experience with this particular deity has been minimal....but Krishna always has been depicted as a personality with so many hues, that sometimes it seems as if different people are talking about different personalities at the same time......a teasing lover , brilliant strategist and statesman, a guide to the uninspired.....
Lets say per se....Krishna was not a deity...maybe he was just a God fully aware of his mortality......what would have gone through his mind during the last few hours before he died....
Scene:
I stood staring at the sea...the source of all creation......I had watched it all begin here.....and to what purpose .......every man , a symbol of perfection who I watched grow under my personal care......today I stand alone offering "arghya" into the waters for their departed souls, whose very death I orchestrated.....
Gandhari has cursed me and my clan to a gruesome fate......I have accepted her judgement with a calm resignation.....every living thing has to live out its prarabdha karma.....be it animal, man or god incarnate....being bonded to the flesh, its pains have to be borne with patience and fortitude.....
Yes that has been my karma (destiny)......to pit brother against brother.....to provide man with the ideal, that nothing is greater than one's duty towards evolution.......towards the entire humanity......
How I wish, I had not been chosen for this......worshiped by yajnaseni (drauopadi), parth (arjun)..I had to protect him from Karna......I feel the weight of Karna's death on my hands......he who destiny had marked out to torture.....how could I not acknowledge that hero when he lived... I....the lord of All.....not understand the agony he went through....not knowing his own lineage.....misled at every turn by both his destiny and me......he had no chance.......
He knew me.......the day he set eyes on me...he knew ...I was the alpha and omega.....He knew that the people whom I support will have no defeat......he saw it the day I met him to disclose his identity....he saw what I could give him....."moksha" from the eternal transmigration that each soul is subject to.......HE surrendered himself to me that day......The bow was taut....the arrows flew....but Karna the mind had already surrendered at my feet......he was just finishing his karma (destiny)
His devotion to me was unsurpassable....though outwardly against me.....he even surrendered his "Kavacha -kundala" knowing fully well that it was I.....his protector who instigated Indra to make him devoid of his armor.....
such devotion....Arjuna will never understand.....truly Karna was "Daanveer"......finally he gave his own self to me......
How I wish I could have been on his side ...been his charioteer....imparted the "Gita" to him.......a man who was ready for the final flight of the soul......but his destiny would not allow me to do that.....forgive me Karna......O son of Surya.....verily you have attained my abode , by going beyond the Maya I created....ever aware of the world of duality, you surrendered yourself to me while fighting me....making me a helpless lord who is awed by the erudition of his disciple.....
Forgive me Parth.....I always knew you loved Draupadi the most, and could not bear her being shared by your brothers....Being a friend ,I knew your mind and I should have helped you......but again I orchestrated her marriage to all of you...as I had to ensure that the Pandavas always remained five.....for I could foresee that it was draupadi who was the common thread, as a string is through a set of pearls.....
without her each one of you would have gone your separate way....and then who would have protected the "dharma" (way of life)......
Her eyes haunt me.......she thinks of me as her own blood ......but what could I do...I had to bring about the game of dice where she had to be humiliated in front of everyone forging the bond between you five brothers......the final nail on the coffin of the Kauravas....
Forgive me yajnaseni.....I had to betray your trust.....for the gretear good....I could have burnt those sinners to cinder within the twinkling of the eye.....but I had to establish dharma.....the protocol had to be established.......
Though bound to the Pandavas.....your mind already was merged in me......Only you could go through all the torture that I put you through and still love me as the Lord.....for your love had no duality in it......it just accepted me as I was.....where people saw "Krishna " -the mayavi......you alone saw reason behind my actions.....
The day I met you and your husbands in the forest in the last year of your exile......and encouraged them to fight Duryodhana....I could see the flicker of pain in your eyes....you knew....that your lord has been using you as an instrument to abolish "adharma"....to bring to justice those who had sinned and at that moment you gave yourself up completely to me......Your husbands will never understand your love for me......A love which knew only the higher good.....which does not even have a tinge of greed in it but flows just because it enjoys in enveloping even the undeserving......You always reminded me of my mother Yashoda......
If ever I am born again....I would be born as your son....for no greater fortune can I think for myself....
Today as Jara (hunter who killed krishna)....prepares the arrow which will finish my incarnation....I remember you the most......I am tired......
I still remember the day when I came to protect you from the wrath of durvasa.....the akshaya patra had been cleansed and would yield no more food.....I ate a grain and the entire assembly of sages went home satiated....
I just want to eat the last morsel of food from your hands....but how dare I show my face to you.....because of me , you mourn the death of your sons in the battle of kurukshetra......
Maybe in the next lifetime........
Friday, June 11, 2010
The pawn "continued"
Though I was planning to complete this misogynist monologue today night......the indian I.T company I slog for has been very understanding and has adopted me as angelina jolie adopts another third world child...:P
They strictly believe in not giving me work, else I may strain myself....so I, conscientious workaholic that I am , have decided to utilize this brilliant time to poke fun at my female colleagues....
d) The "Pied Piper"
This one seems harmless but is one of the smartest mammal around. This breed comes in various flavours. By consistently fending off "chivalrous" male attention this is the creed which invented "If you don't know me don't add me in orkut/facebook" tag
At the age of 15 or so they develop a poise which we hardy males learn somewhere when we are doddering past 70.
The back-offs and the "get a life" lines are so subtly hidden behind well crafted sniggers that even someone as smart as the author has to think twice :P
Now for the title.....this breed always belives in surrounding itself with a protective ring of "bhaiyas" who ironically themselves don't know that they are unhired sepoys :P
Such is the cunning devilry that unsuspecting fellow engineers end up offering the "watchman" services of their own.....:P....moronically believing in awe that they are the "chosen ones" friend :P
And if any of my readers suddenly felt a cold wave of self directed symmpathy, the author would like some part of it ...as even I have danced to the tune of the "piper":P
A mild variation of this type is also interesting.
This new creature is a hedonistic fashionista.....known popularly as the "Jalwa Queen"...inspired by the movie "Fashion".....
Extremely oblivious to the surrounding dog-eat-dog world("duniya kutti hai", for the puritan) , this creature revels in its own beauty.
Neither power, glory nor fame, the very idea that she is better dressed than her kaamwali bai is enough to send this lass above the moon.
Dead-end jobs, pathetic educational curriculum , existential angst, maddening attempts to escape monotony, what-cartoon-to-watch, which-heroines-screensaver-to-download ...all these are the crosses we buckle under ,fellow male engineers.....not for her.....just the fact that Loreal has manufactured a new hairspray which can change her hair color everyday is enough to propel her to rapturous ecstasy...
Normally this creature manages to ensnare 2 or 3 hapless fellow engineers (typically it has been observed that she has a fatal attraction for "bihari bitwaas" ) who pay their daily homage by dropping her off at her house and in general agreeing with everything that she has to make a comment on.......in effect the lives of these hapless beings are ruined , as no girl will look at them for being so spineless and the hapless male-engineering population is ground beneath 5-inch high pointed soles of the "jalwa queen"....
e) the "LBW" (Laambun bari waatli)
Imagine stranded in an arid deset without water for 45 days....and suddenly you see an oasis beckoning enticingly, it holds vague promises and endears to the thirst within......and then poof!!!....nothing.... it was a mirage....:(.....such are the dastardly deeds of destiny...
The LBW is a cunning creature which through certain subtle arrangement of the dress and hair attempts a complete makeover within 200 Rs., which makes her look like a million bucks from afar.....
The already parched male-engineer , who is like the proverbial wolf with puckered lips screaming "yaooooooooza", gasps in surprise at the newly turned out model....but it's a dying hope....on close observation, the charm dies...finito.....it's the sea of sand again....
It is understood that the makeover is for her own dying self-esteem, but this creature is inadvertently the most ruthless of all...as she gives us hope ...and then dashes it into smithereens....
Beware fellow mates...she will take you down...from afar....
f) The "housewife"
I have a definite dislike for this one...:P.....These creatures never play it fair and square...though they speak about women's liberation and the importance of career for the working woman......and will always act as if they have to fight the big bad cruel misogynist world....the moment we start competing with them , they will marry Mr.Moneybags and have the last laugh......
Do they comprehend , how difficult it is , for our fragile egos to even stand in front of Mr.Moneybags....:P....obviously for them money was never a factor ....they just "connected" ....it was never money pshaw!!!.....how dare we even think of such crudity.....twice they met at the local "CCD" (after they both checked out each others resume and bank balance)...and they just knew it....
You and I ...my friend ....we are crass people.....we need time to judge,understand and sync with people...not so for them.....for they were just "meant to be"...
The circus doesn't stop at this.....ideally my friend, when life stops making sense, we change course, try to pursue new challenges to know our own limitations and strengths... ....WRONG!!!....you want change....just get married and scoff at the poor hapless engineer guy as if he is missing out on something...:P...act as if marriage is the answer to all of life's quibbles....
ya.....misguide the poor chap...who already is miserable that he has not yet got laid.....:P...
(Actually lot of my anger comes from the fact that all others are getting sex under some pretext or other and I never get any :P).....
Since I need to attend one such wedding tomoroow...i have to go give my kurta for ironing...:P
(to be continued)
They strictly believe in not giving me work, else I may strain myself....so I, conscientious workaholic that I am , have decided to utilize this brilliant time to poke fun at my female colleagues....
d) The "Pied Piper"
This one seems harmless but is one of the smartest mammal around. This breed comes in various flavours. By consistently fending off "chivalrous" male attention this is the creed which invented "If you don't know me don't add me in orkut/facebook" tag
At the age of 15 or so they develop a poise which we hardy males learn somewhere when we are doddering past 70.
The back-offs and the "get a life" lines are so subtly hidden behind well crafted sniggers that even someone as smart as the author has to think twice :P
Now for the title.....this breed always belives in surrounding itself with a protective ring of "bhaiyas" who ironically themselves don't know that they are unhired sepoys :P
Such is the cunning devilry that unsuspecting fellow engineers end up offering the "watchman" services of their own.....:P....moronically believing in awe that they are the "chosen ones" friend :P
And if any of my readers suddenly felt a cold wave of self directed symmpathy, the author would like some part of it ...as even I have danced to the tune of the "piper":P
A mild variation of this type is also interesting.
This new creature is a hedonistic fashionista.....known popularly as the "Jalwa Queen"...inspired by the movie "Fashion".....
Extremely oblivious to the surrounding dog-eat-dog world("duniya kutti hai", for the puritan) , this creature revels in its own beauty.
Neither power, glory nor fame, the very idea that she is better dressed than her kaamwali bai is enough to send this lass above the moon.
Dead-end jobs, pathetic educational curriculum , existential angst, maddening attempts to escape monotony, what-cartoon-to-watch, which-heroines-screensaver-to-download ...all these are the crosses we buckle under ,fellow male engineers.....not for her.....just the fact that Loreal has manufactured a new hairspray which can change her hair color everyday is enough to propel her to rapturous ecstasy...
Normally this creature manages to ensnare 2 or 3 hapless fellow engineers (typically it has been observed that she has a fatal attraction for "bihari bitwaas" ) who pay their daily homage by dropping her off at her house and in general agreeing with everything that she has to make a comment on.......in effect the lives of these hapless beings are ruined , as no girl will look at them for being so spineless and the hapless male-engineering population is ground beneath 5-inch high pointed soles of the "jalwa queen"....
e) the "LBW" (Laambun bari waatli)
Imagine stranded in an arid deset without water for 45 days....and suddenly you see an oasis beckoning enticingly, it holds vague promises and endears to the thirst within......and then poof!!!....nothing.... it was a mirage....:(.....such are the dastardly deeds of destiny...
The LBW is a cunning creature which through certain subtle arrangement of the dress and hair attempts a complete makeover within 200 Rs., which makes her look like a million bucks from afar.....
The already parched male-engineer , who is like the proverbial wolf with puckered lips screaming "yaooooooooza", gasps in surprise at the newly turned out model....but it's a dying hope....on close observation, the charm dies...finito.....it's the sea of sand again....
It is understood that the makeover is for her own dying self-esteem, but this creature is inadvertently the most ruthless of all...as she gives us hope ...and then dashes it into smithereens....
Beware fellow mates...she will take you down...from afar....
f) The "housewife"
I have a definite dislike for this one...:P.....These creatures never play it fair and square...though they speak about women's liberation and the importance of career for the working woman......and will always act as if they have to fight the big bad cruel misogynist world....the moment we start competing with them , they will marry Mr.Moneybags and have the last laugh......
Do they comprehend , how difficult it is , for our fragile egos to even stand in front of Mr.Moneybags....:P....obviously for them money was never a factor ....they just "connected" ....it was never money pshaw!!!.....how dare we even think of such crudity.....twice they met at the local "CCD" (after they both checked out each others resume and bank balance)...and they just knew it....
You and I ...my friend ....we are crass people.....we need time to judge,understand and sync with people...not so for them.....for they were just "meant to be"...
The circus doesn't stop at this.....ideally my friend, when life stops making sense, we change course, try to pursue new challenges to know our own limitations and strengths... ....WRONG!!!....you want change....just get married and scoff at the poor hapless engineer guy as if he is missing out on something...:P...act as if marriage is the answer to all of life's quibbles....
ya.....misguide the poor chap...who already is miserable that he has not yet got laid.....:P...
(Actually lot of my anger comes from the fact that all others are getting sex under some pretext or other and I never get any :P).....
Since I need to attend one such wedding tomoroow...i have to go give my kurta for ironing...:P
(to be continued)
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
The "pawn"
Though I would have liked to give the title as "the spawn" , making it sound like some sleazy exorcist kinda movie, I refrain as this will not be doing justice to the subject under discussion....
If you are an engineer and its been your good fortune to work in an I.T company, then my dear reader you will appreciate my discussion better
The general feeling when the newbie joins an I.T company is very similar to "papa kehte hain bada naam karega".....the novice believes that he will revolutionise the working of the I.T sector....tch tch....such naivety....its actually awe inspiring when I look at it in retrospect...:P
Slowly but steadily "papa kehte hain" transforms into a guttural and nasal soundtrack by "aapdo himesh reshamiya"......slow, painful and never ending ...P
During these testing times.....the novice always has a feeling of impending doom looming over him...which lifts only when the clock strikes the twilight hour of 6:30.....any one who has been working in an I.T company ...would appreciate it when I say that we very much resemble the wilder beasts in the grassy plains of Savannah when chased by a pack of ferocious leopards.....as the clock strikes 6:30....
But on some days nature triumphs, as the Project lead threateningly lurks in the sidelines , lunging at our tender necks just when liberation is at hand i.e. the worst pain that any software engineer could endure..."This weekend due to stringent deadlines, you are requested to attend the office"....
what madness.....!!!!
On such weekends you can actually have a glimpse of the undead when the novice trudges his weary legs towards "mordor" where the dark screen of cobol looms.....where even "gandalf the white" comes dressed in sober gray....:P..
But hope still shines in the form of the "Rings"...which we form with fellow engineers....as practically none of us have any life outside the office...the bond of fellowship forged is unbreakable....If jai and veeru had been software engineers they would have happily married each other instead of mooning away and wasting their lives for jaya bachan and hemamlini...:P
what with our brilliant training in cobol and SQL..we are definitely a catch ...any red blooded female will fall for us when we describe in gruesome detail how we told the Project lead off by rebelliously not going to the office on weekends....the fact that we sat trembling , thinking of how he would pick the flesh off our bones....and how we try to overcome sheer terror by watching b-grade movies of mithun-da just to kill time......we never tell...girls don't need to know all the details....it's just the main points that needs to be covered.....:P
Maybe it is something in our brains that makes us feel cool and important as we chase minor victories of taking unannounced leaves as yardsticks of bravery and courage....
Not to say anything about the female population who darken the corridirs of I.T company...:P
the male population of I.T companies are all the same...we tend to behave the same way in any I.T company...simple-minded creatures....that's what we are...a good canteen in the ground floor and an elvin-looking HR representative is all that we ask for...
But the female population is one intersting subject...in my years of experience I an classify them into varoious sub-sects or cults ...if I may....
a)stuffy know-it-all who doesn't actually know anything
this one is actually petty harmless....but these chicks will always make you feel guilty about your own irresponsible behaviour of god-given work....how dare you not take the coding/testing/maintenance work seriously???
The purpose of life is to be stuffy, uptight and in general spread an aura of self-importance :P....they represent the stern elderly aunt who always spanked you when you made yourself sick at parties by eating too much samosa....
Stay away from these chicks fellow mates.....though the exterior maybe pleasing to the eye....do you really want to spend the rest of your life governed by a stern aunt who will not tolerate flighty foolishness ..:P
b) The ass-kisser
before you start getting ideas...this is one of the nastiest breeds that pollute mother earth....
Mainly the modus operandi is to first hunt for a sugar-daddy who would faintly resemble a mother eagle who viciously protects her little ones....
Destiny, luck, misfortune ..this is common to our ilk fellow men....these are unknown to the ass-kisser......
lady luck constantly accompanies her to on site countries ....and bad luck dare not touch her from fear of the bald/old/horny eagle
An irritatingly condescending attitude also is the AK's (ass kisser) constant companion, which reaches its pinnacle when the "rating" session begins.....
I know fellow men...I could see you wince as I wrote the words.....but life is harsh for you and me comrade..:P.....for without an over sized chest and a bootilicous behind , what else does the harsh world appreciate :P....
Since you and I are not so adept at this art which the AK practices with consummate ease.....we have to put up with raving reviews of how their work has been appreciated by all and sundry...and how indispensable they are to the general health of the company....I really understand and appreciate that....many of my friends really don't care for the company they work for...it is refreshing to see someone who so genuinely feels for the company they work for.....as one of my friends would say "pearly drop of tears" were shed by me on hearing this
Just smile and wave boys...smile and wave....this too shall pass.....
3)The huntress:
this one is also relatively harmless......she resembles the young starlet who is torn between the casting couch and the idealistic,unrealistic way of working her way to the top....
A close friend of the AK ....she nevertheless holds her own .....though sugar daddies have been part of her life too......it has been more of a step-fatherly treatment that she has been on the receiving end of....
Torn between loyalty to the AK and her own inadequacy, the huntress unleashes a powerful whiplash on....you guessed it right ...on the already down trodden male -engeering poulation....its their lot to suffer and they bow humbly before the almighty destruction that the huntress unleashes.....
Ruthlessly judgemental, she does what psychologists do to their patients....make them more miserable....
But I still like this type.....this category means no harm.....she is the female version of Sunny deol....except that instead of the "dhai" kilo ka haat ....it's the "teekhi zaban" that does the damage.....
she has no aim no mission (dialogue lifted from one of sunny paajis flick's , circa 1989), she knows only mayhem.....
4)the cracker a.k.a phataka
No....again you misread the title......phataka as in which when bursts beneath your feet...causess surprise, fear and anger and not exactly in that order.......
again a close colleague of the AK.....she too hides her diffidence by coyly biting of peoples head off when they are getting above themselves....
she is miserable and if you are not....then you had it my friend....she likes misery so much ...sometimes she manufactures it.....and yet again the raw material for the factory is provided by the oft-trodden, much abused male population....
Main difference between the phataka and the huntress is the frequency of attacks....the huntress is systematic and calculating....she waits for the right moment and finishes her prey with one swift stroke.... the phataka does not have the finesse of the huntress.....she explodes when something triggers her fuse....
her unpredictabiliy is her forte....what would you prefer, a death which is swift and clean or a dose of sulphur when you are least expectng it....
personally i prefer the huntress....atleast she gives me time as I calmly resign to my fate....
(to be continued)
If you are an engineer and its been your good fortune to work in an I.T company, then my dear reader you will appreciate my discussion better
The general feeling when the newbie joins an I.T company is very similar to "papa kehte hain bada naam karega".....the novice believes that he will revolutionise the working of the I.T sector....tch tch....such naivety....its actually awe inspiring when I look at it in retrospect...:P
Slowly but steadily "papa kehte hain" transforms into a guttural and nasal soundtrack by "aapdo himesh reshamiya"......slow, painful and never ending ...P
During these testing times.....the novice always has a feeling of impending doom looming over him...which lifts only when the clock strikes the twilight hour of 6:30.....any one who has been working in an I.T company ...would appreciate it when I say that we very much resemble the wilder beasts in the grassy plains of Savannah when chased by a pack of ferocious leopards.....as the clock strikes 6:30....
But on some days nature triumphs, as the Project lead threateningly lurks in the sidelines , lunging at our tender necks just when liberation is at hand i.e. the worst pain that any software engineer could endure..."This weekend due to stringent deadlines, you are requested to attend the office"....
what madness.....!!!!
On such weekends you can actually have a glimpse of the undead when the novice trudges his weary legs towards "mordor" where the dark screen of cobol looms.....where even "gandalf the white" comes dressed in sober gray....:P..
But hope still shines in the form of the "Rings"...which we form with fellow engineers....as practically none of us have any life outside the office...the bond of fellowship forged is unbreakable....If jai and veeru had been software engineers they would have happily married each other instead of mooning away and wasting their lives for jaya bachan and hemamlini...:P
what with our brilliant training in cobol and SQL..we are definitely a catch ...any red blooded female will fall for us when we describe in gruesome detail how we told the Project lead off by rebelliously not going to the office on weekends....the fact that we sat trembling , thinking of how he would pick the flesh off our bones....and how we try to overcome sheer terror by watching b-grade movies of mithun-da just to kill time......we never tell...girls don't need to know all the details....it's just the main points that needs to be covered.....:P
Maybe it is something in our brains that makes us feel cool and important as we chase minor victories of taking unannounced leaves as yardsticks of bravery and courage....
Not to say anything about the female population who darken the corridirs of I.T company...:P
the male population of I.T companies are all the same...we tend to behave the same way in any I.T company...simple-minded creatures....that's what we are...a good canteen in the ground floor and an elvin-looking HR representative is all that we ask for...
But the female population is one intersting subject...in my years of experience I an classify them into varoious sub-sects or cults ...if I may....
a)stuffy know-it-all who doesn't actually know anything
this one is actually petty harmless....but these chicks will always make you feel guilty about your own irresponsible behaviour of god-given work....how dare you not take the coding/testing/maintenance work seriously???
The purpose of life is to be stuffy, uptight and in general spread an aura of self-importance :P....they represent the stern elderly aunt who always spanked you when you made yourself sick at parties by eating too much samosa....
Stay away from these chicks fellow mates.....though the exterior maybe pleasing to the eye....do you really want to spend the rest of your life governed by a stern aunt who will not tolerate flighty foolishness ..:P
b) The ass-kisser
before you start getting ideas...this is one of the nastiest breeds that pollute mother earth....
Mainly the modus operandi is to first hunt for a sugar-daddy who would faintly resemble a mother eagle who viciously protects her little ones....
Destiny, luck, misfortune ..this is common to our ilk fellow men....these are unknown to the ass-kisser......
lady luck constantly accompanies her to on site countries ....and bad luck dare not touch her from fear of the bald/old/horny eagle
An irritatingly condescending attitude also is the AK's (ass kisser) constant companion, which reaches its pinnacle when the "rating" session begins.....
I know fellow men...I could see you wince as I wrote the words.....but life is harsh for you and me comrade..:P.....for without an over sized chest and a bootilicous behind , what else does the harsh world appreciate :P....
Since you and I are not so adept at this art which the AK practices with consummate ease.....we have to put up with raving reviews of how their work has been appreciated by all and sundry...and how indispensable they are to the general health of the company....I really understand and appreciate that....many of my friends really don't care for the company they work for...it is refreshing to see someone who so genuinely feels for the company they work for.....as one of my friends would say "pearly drop of tears" were shed by me on hearing this
Just smile and wave boys...smile and wave....this too shall pass.....
3)The huntress:
this one is also relatively harmless......she resembles the young starlet who is torn between the casting couch and the idealistic,unrealistic way of working her way to the top....
A close friend of the AK ....she nevertheless holds her own .....though sugar daddies have been part of her life too......it has been more of a step-fatherly treatment that she has been on the receiving end of....
Torn between loyalty to the AK and her own inadequacy, the huntress unleashes a powerful whiplash on....you guessed it right ...on the already down trodden male -engeering poulation....its their lot to suffer and they bow humbly before the almighty destruction that the huntress unleashes.....
Ruthlessly judgemental, she does what psychologists do to their patients....make them more miserable....
But I still like this type.....this category means no harm.....she is the female version of Sunny deol....except that instead of the "dhai" kilo ka haat ....it's the "teekhi zaban" that does the damage.....
she has no aim no mission (dialogue lifted from one of sunny paajis flick's , circa 1989), she knows only mayhem.....
4)the cracker a.k.a phataka
No....again you misread the title......phataka as in which when bursts beneath your feet...causess surprise, fear and anger and not exactly in that order.......
again a close colleague of the AK.....she too hides her diffidence by coyly biting of peoples head off when they are getting above themselves....
she is miserable and if you are not....then you had it my friend....she likes misery so much ...sometimes she manufactures it.....and yet again the raw material for the factory is provided by the oft-trodden, much abused male population....
Main difference between the phataka and the huntress is the frequency of attacks....the huntress is systematic and calculating....she waits for the right moment and finishes her prey with one swift stroke.... the phataka does not have the finesse of the huntress.....she explodes when something triggers her fuse....
her unpredictabiliy is her forte....what would you prefer, a death which is swift and clean or a dose of sulphur when you are least expectng it....
personally i prefer the huntress....atleast she gives me time as I calmly resign to my fate....
(to be continued)
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