City

A city must have all the roads below the ground. Only residential houses on the surface. Office blocks too must jut out of underground and tower over the surface so that all the free floating crowd (akin to ants) remains at base below the ground level. Bazaars, sports arenas, Malls and every thing that pulls the crowd too must be below the ground. Only tranquil green on the surface and so few people.

City

FEAR !

All creatures fear unknown and death is irreversible passage to unknown. We all the time take calculated risk but against death element of calculation is missing. Death may not necessarily be termination of existence even if it is, what does it matter? If, however, there is life after death it’s uncertainty that causes fear in us. No matter how bad our present situation is, at least the consequences are known and we are coping with it. But we cannot reconcile to a position of uncertainty therefore fear any drift towards the unknown. We fear not necessarily physical harm to our being but also any alteration to our lifestyle having an element of uncertainty. To justify our fear we assign various objectives to life. But this is ridiculous. The truth is, we do not fulfill any of our own objectives but somebody else’s objective. How strange it would seem if a pawn in a chessboard acquires capability of thinking and starts on speculating purpose to its existence little knowing that it fulfills the objective of a detached grandmaster. In spite of well-documented and observed behavior of species that they exist to merely reproduce, humans due to their ability to think look for meaning in life. If there is meaning to life it makes sense to some remote entity in the same way as pawns exist for a grandmaster therefore on their own completely irrelevant. If we do serve some purpose in life, it is immaterial to us because it is a purpose meaningful to some remote entity....

When I go………

Wrong Acharya!
When I go something will go too.
I will leave a vacuum
Insignificant to you
But important to few
A monster in the beginning
Fading sepia image later
I will sink gradually
To a remote recess in their memory
Like a switch! Pop up
Again and not again
May be ever receding blob
But not quite meeting
Like the two railroad rails And
then they too will disappear
Leaving a vacuum for few
When I go………

Some Day I will Go!

When I go,
Something will also go
The software that tell me of Me
Will Crash !
And the Hardware will become just pulp
And the Superstructure that supported the Pulp
Will gradually grind to dust.
Nothing is wasted
Sorry, I don't know that
Nobody knows that.
Isn't reality is percieved electrical signal?
But even this perception has
Whether real or phoney
Exhleration and Sorrow.

Death: Terminus or Interface?

‘Purpose’ is so imbedded in our psyche that it is not possible to visualize life without it. We see everywhere activities meticulously following a pre-ordained objective. But then there are also random dispersal of events occurring spontaneously which are ejected out of mind as irrational. Often we assign them abstract purposes. Religion plays an important role in devising objectives to such random occurrences.

Therefore our inability to visualize life without an objective is similar to our inability to visualize warping of three dimension spaces. But space too warps and it is a fact of life and therefore there is no reason why death could very well be ‘Terminus’ and not an ‘Interface’ signifying perpetuality of life.

Broken Car

The car’s number plate on the back dangled on one end. The owner apparently was not interested in correcting the anomaly. Every time he looked at the car it annoyed him. Some thing eerie about it, very irritating in otherwise a perfect car.

Just as this piece of writing.

Funny Story This!

Bhartrihari, the ancient ascetic wrote several compendiums of hundred verses each on subjects such as Shringar, Nature etc. Pleased, Yama offered him 100 years of fruitful life in the form an ‘Apple’ to be eaten. Bhartrihari loved his wife very much and therefore the Shringar verses. So instead of eating the fruit he offered it to his wife. Now wife loved somebody else; a General in the kings court. So she offered it to the General. Again, the General in turn was infatuated to a maid in the court and naturally offered the fruit to her. As is predictable, the story doesn’t end here, the maid obviously was in awe of the king therefore the fruit went to the King.

King naturally wasn’t impressed so called for a thorough enquiry to get to the bottom of the truth. When the truth was revealed, Bhartrihari was completely devastated and took vairaagya and eventually ended up writing hundred verses on Vairaagya.

What happened to the Apple?