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Farahdeen says: (1:48:42 AM)
Does this make any sense bro? - Life at its core is dark. We pacify ourselves that there’s light, light certainly yes, in electricity, not in us.

Farahdeen says: (1:49:01 AM)
Just a thought. Want to put it up on my blog. What say?

Julian says: (1:50:54 AM)
I would complement it with…because the shadows that we fear and live, produces the light of ignorance.



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Polite And Gracious


A person of polite and gracious imagination is let into a fabulous many pleasures that the vulgar are not capable of encountering. He can talk with a picture and find a harmonious companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description and often senses a superior satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows, than another does in the possession. It gives him, indeed, a kind of belonging in everything he watches and makes the normally brash, uncultivated components of nature administer to his pleasures: so that he enshrouds in it a multitude of charms that safeguard themselves from the generality of the human race.

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When A Photographer Photographs A Photographer


When a photographer photographs a photographer who will be the other photographer to photograph this photographer so that the photographer who photographed the first photographer and the photographer who photographed the second photographer are in the photograph while photographing a photographer who photographs the photographer.

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In An Extended Sense


In an extended sense, all the uneasiness of the human being are unceasing, no matter what their sphere of action may be. Life, like the weather, is uncertain. No man can tell how soon, or in what form, death may overtake him. Nor is our wisdom always proportionally accurate. Much depends, moreover, on the state of our health. As youth comes but once, so opportunities never repeat themselves, or if they do, the circumstances are not so favourable to our seizing them. It is therefore necessary to make the best of those that come our way. Like the diligent farmer we should always be mindful to make the sunshine of opportunity serve our needs. The man who takes things easy, who is always putting off till tomorrow what he should do today, who does not strike while the iron is hot, will soon find himself in the predicament of the farmer whose hay, not having been made while the sun shone, is ruined by a change in the weather. One ought to grab the opportunities while they are within our grasp and use them to the best advantage, to labour, in other words, while health and strength are still with us, against a day when we shall be deprived of one or the other, or both.









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Intimate Workings Of My Heart


The more one is, the richer is all that one experiences I guess. As I sat right in the middle of a large crowd whose eyes were glued on me, wanting to hear about me, and from me, I found myself quietly turning towards my inner self. It was as if I was increasingly taking possession of myself, which, under apparent repose, goes on in the most intimate workings of my heart. I somehow felt that I was suddenly learning to see more clearly. I don’t know why it was so, but everything seemed to penetrate more deeply into me that day and it did not quite stop at the place where until now it always used to stop. I felt that I have an inner self of which I was ignorant. Everything goes thither now, what happens there I do not know. For what I know for sure is that I can no longer take words easy, for words and verses are not, as people imagine, simply feelings – they are experiences. I feel for the sake of a single word or verse, one must see many places, people and things. One must know the animals, one must feel how the birds fly and know the gesture with which the little flowers open in the morning. Time quickly puts an end to accidental fame and what scares me most is that I now have to be focused and write well.

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We Love


I don’t know how many of you will concur with me but I think that all of us love because we are afraid of ourselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in us, and merely to cater to that want do we go about seeking someone in whom we can lose ourselves as a drop of ink does in the mighty ocean.

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Did Wisdom Really Walk Your Way?



I know what you, you and you know…
Shuffle it again, and some seeds I sow
In thought I cough, and splash more ink
For I know what you, you and you think.

Sometimes I seek to flatter beauty
And love seems nothing but fun-rhymed duty,
Altering the words I do, and edit many times
Make fun of others in satirical lines.

Aged and bald is my hoary head
Tossing in glory I lie on my bed
Learned and respectable, you all accept me
But lunatic with age I am becoming you see.

Hard I try not to fall a prey
But grey cells deplete,
It is not 
in my say.

What you, you and you know, 
now
I just cannot say.
And you wonder –

Did wisdom really walk your way?






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Gold And Silver



The sun blazes,
Piercing through
A dewdrop.
Another day –
Of pure gold.

The moon gleams…
Glimmers on
Murmuring waves.
Another night –
Of pure silver.









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Practical Recipe


Sundial 17th Century France. Brass. Silver.



My Practical Recipe for Live and Let Live

1. Don’t give yourself the lame and handy excuse of no time. One always has the time, but no inclination or will power.

2. Take less of anything, never more than your capacity. It helps.

3. Discipline your mind to accept things that sometimes may not be agreeable.

4. Take defeat in the right spirit, adverse comment in the correct perspective and give it the value it deserves.

5. If you cannot get what you want, start liking what you get.

6. The concept of consolation is the biggest gift to man.

7. Be methodical in your work, systematic in your approach, humble in your attitude and polite in your dealings.

8. Always be on time. A man who doesn’t respect someone else’s time is not worth being respected.

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From A Young Poet


Not so long ago I met a young poet. She wrote some lines about me from our first meeting.

Lives by heart, dreams like moon
life dawns in his eyes
to kiss the gold.
There you go with the puff of the next cigarette
as the smoke of class defies gravity...
There you go with a wink of vintage
pretty oblivious, but does strike...
There you go with the hidden gestures
unmindful,
yet leaves the imprints...





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Unaffected And Undeterred


It was July 7th 2005 and I got home in the evening from a book reading and turned on my TV to see that a series of blasts in London had taken thirty-seven lives. Katrina crashed into New Orleans and swept away one thousand one hundred and ninety three souls as well. In London, I observed that the public was overwhelmed. If it evoked over-reaction in some, it coerced some others to mourn with bouquets of ribbon-wrapped flowers and candles in hand. The establishment was flung into a prolonged debate over what went wrong despite keeping in place their intelligence and policing and what had to be done to make it right. In America, Katrina too unlocked the doors of introspection and debate on disaster management. Their prime concern being whether they ought to invest in rebuilding New Orleans to its former glory at all. While still locked in their sharp coast-to-coast debates, Wilma struck with higher intensity. The people, dwelling in the nation that called itself the superpower, watched their homes, communities, lives float away before their very own eyes.

In India, as people were preparing to greet the New Year with their high spirits, the tsunami wrecked so many lives, homes and livelihood last year. Our people, in full force, were trying to repair the mental trauma of the tsunami victims when the ruinous downpour unleashed itself and exasperated many in Mumbai. Like one big family we joined hands and sailed through the catastrophe when similar situations were faced in Bangalore, Chennai and Hyderabad. People were still sore and coping when the seismic activity devastated parts of Kashmir. If the pong of rotting flesh coupled with a biting winter was not a reminder enough, a train in Andhra Pradesh went off track due to loose grit and plummeted with its passengers who were fast asleep giving them a murky death. The blasts in the key shopping areas in Delhi before Diwali and Eid too had civilians coming together and helping the injured, instead of getting after one another’s necks and rampaging the city further. Our images from the disasters have been ones of reckless turmoil. We are yet to light our candles and hold bunches of flowers. We are not angry at the earth, water, sky, man and our establishment. The future of New Orleans may be uncertain but Indians were up and about trying to move on with normal life. Cuddalore, Muzaffarabad or Uri did not have architects planning their reconstruction on drawing boards, but individuals putting together anything, a tin shanty, or a waterproof tent, anything at all that they could afford.

At times I wonder where all this stems from? Have we become so stoic, so insensitive that human life, which we find in overabundance around us, doesn’t seem to move us anymore? When I look out of my window at the man on the street, I see him in a rush. In a rush to perform, in a rush to reach somewhere and in a rush to outdo in order to survive, just as he had no time to cry or express fear, keeping in mind that before him were far greater concerns such as how to extract the best out of the day and survive. Or for that matter the people at Uri who said, with apparent shock in eyes, that the misery is that they have to keep on living because the dead are probably better off where they are. How long can the family in Mumbai bother about the trembling wall that might tumble on them anytime, weakened further by the rains now?

A man in India is not affected by disasters, as his everyday life is no less than one. Yes, he is insensitive before the test that each day brings onto him. He knows that if he stops, hunger, disease, exploitation, discrimination, hatred and fear would kill his spirit and so nothing around him matters to him because no one can kill a man who is dead already.

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