Paradise Truly Regained

PARADISE TRULY REGAINED

Tidings of the brave new world did came,
And went in the warrior’s head
It was many miles more to kingdom come,
And long before, they’d be dead.

The sailors they went up in joy,
every time the yellow sun shone,
for ‘twas so rare, and brilliant then,
they felt they’d been wakened from stone.

The warrior, he moved not, his eyes
From the brood of the island afar,
‘Paradise’ – it was named, and rightly so,
As everyone lived unscarred.

They followed the map of Piri Reis by day,
By night they were David’s faithful,
And when in doubt or just plain dubious,
They worshipped late Jack sparrow’s skull

All was fine, they were bobbing along,
Until “hark” one night, scream’d he
“damn it all, ‘twas wrong, ‘twas unfair,
And sad. I shall have no more of this sea

All of his helpers and boys filed quietly past,
The henchmen and the deck hands,
Slowly the steer reversed its path,
Crumbled dreams of fancied lands.

The cap’n shuddered sadly in his cabin,
Was there a name for a warrior his kind?
Maybe a coward, he should’ve been dubbed
But somewhere he knew, he wasn’t blind

Long hours were spent, in terse and strained silence
None of the knowing men could decipher why,
A mission abandoned was a mission forged,
And all they could, was heave a sigh.

At the port of Amorres, the warrior yelled “halt”
As his chest swelled and tore his robe,
He’d chanced upon his own maiden fair,
The prettiest from earlobe to earlobe.

Her smile widened at the sight of her man,
“Hemologus” she cried, “you came!”
“forsaken for a bit, and terribly missed,
Hadn’t I returned, I’d’ve died of shame”

The spectators were awed, and they did applaud,
At the wondrous tale so grand,
They stood bemused, as he held his dandy missus
Said “let us head on to our land”

And the sailors all cried and the parrots screeched,
And the knowing men knowingly beam’d,
For the journey to their world, their own paradise,
Had decidedly, happily resum’d!

Changer Danger!!

name says it all basically. I've changed, since the 'thing' - man, i knew my honesty was a problem with me, anyway, i guess this is the right way to go about it - slow and steady, and i will actually grow, not behave like a pseudoperson only in particular company.

Change is one thing that everybody dreads. Well, not really, because that's the only thing they've been doing consistently - but a conscious and glaring huge change. For instance, our 'break'. We've just decided to remain good (read: best) friends for a while, and over the past few days, i wasn't even assuaging a broken heart. 'Friends' is working out fine with me. Yeah, sometimes i start imagining things which this blog isn't worthy of mention for.
Well, i suppose this is more like a tribute. For all the things we'd been, the fun we'd had, the intimacy we shared (no pervert, not just the physical intimacy) biggest problem is now i won't know where the 'line' is. Sucks big time. But i know for a fact, that things will look back up, i will make them look up. I think i was responsible for the fall-out, well, i'll repair it all the way back.
As Rand would put it, her struggle was only a tribute to him, so he would fight back harder and his victory would be sweeter.
Feminists, don't read this. At the end of the day, i don't mind being his personal myrmidon - as he has submitted in me everything that he is.
Strange stuff to read huh? Pk thanks for a quote you'd used, i think it'll be appropriate here "there's not much to say, there's too much to feel"

and yes, i'm still going to Karwar, and am joining NUJS. If it "opens wounds" or brings back "stygian horrors",
So be it. I will prove my strength by handling them.

another one of those, you can't help but nod your head on and on for, come to think of it, its really touching

Crash Davis: After 12 years in the minor leagues, I don't try out. Besides, uh, I don't believe in quantum physics when it comes to matters of the heart.
Annie Savoy: What do you believe in, then?
Crash Davis: Well, I believe in the soul, the c---, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

That

We've become immune to reality. Everyday we spend online, playing video games, watching movies, and slowly digesting whatever form of pop-culture garbage that the world feeds us is another day in which we grow further detached from the world as it really is. People believe what the world media tells them, because it's the media that tells it- even the rebellious individuals that claim to have a mind of their own are still pawns of a conspiracy that has shaped them to be the individuals they think they want to be. Regardless of race, wealth, or popular social subculture, every one of us is playing someone else's game by someone else's rules, irrevocably tied in with a destiny we've been brainwashed into believing we want. If you have freedom of speech it's because the ones pulling your strings know you don't have the capability to do it. Stop being so romantic about your rights and freedoms, they have no meaning in a world where the people abusing them are mere shadows of the ones who shed blood to acquire them. We are a cosmic joke.

That nobody gets.

i read this on some random forum. it took the breath outta me.
its so fuckin confrontational and almost entirely true. i love the honesty

Viola!

the heading is actually to be read as, why law?
and the question is subsequently answered.
Black and white. Wrong and right. Yin and Yang. Everything , will in the end be flattened to the same level like it happened after the deluge in Mumbai. The wrong will definitely be punished, the law of karma is ever binding.
This brings me to a question Nick asked me about why i chose law. I don't think i was equipped enough to answer the question then - because i started to blame the law.'A bad workman blames his tools.'
But now i feel i can answer the question satisfactorily.

Justice is truth.
Truth is reason.
Reason is whose mercy upon which we thrive.
Not that a written code of conduct is to be strictly folowed, but law helps in guiding your life straighter lines, which makes for your participation in society. We are in every way connected to other people, no man is an island. Society and its opinions are our yardsticks, whichever side of the line we're on. (For eg., we might be 'bad' only because everyone else has a higher degree of goodness)

Now, why law?
I'll try to answer that indirectly. A situation was placed before me, wherein a poor man direly in need of money murders this man who's well off and takes his money. Nick said justice would be if the poor man was availed money by different means, not if he was put behind bars.
I couldn't answer well then, but here is a good idea.
We are all born as we are, in our families, to our parents, as a result of 'chance'. The nation (a nation is only an abstract idea, scrape away people, and their values and it doesn't exist) is not liable for a person's birth, fate and his standing in society.
The government is only the elected representative promoting order and sorting out administrative difficulties, and being a leader when the people need one.
In this particular case, a man lost his life due to another's misery. In such a case, the law requires that both people be treated equally, for in the end that's all it came to, one, armed; the other- defenceless, and their monetary status was irrelevant at the point of murder. The poor man's logic is irrefutable - but so is the rich man's (bless his soul) - I procured my money, through hardwork or by inheritance. It's not my fault that the man is poor.
A combination of logistics then, based on whichever is more oriented towards the general, wide-angle view of normalcy in society triumphs.
For in the end, we survive on the banks of sanity - so we can prevent random and protect people from harm.
Law makes its entry here.
Where we need an impartial party, because if there is agreement, there is bound to be disagreement by virtue of them being two sides of the same coin. disputes need to be sorted, upheavals nullified - and somebody that looks upon a situation and only gives it the value and attention it deserves - objectively.
In another instance, if one person slaps another with weak teeth, and all his teeth fall out, the slapper is only held liable for the hurt caused due to the strike and not the falling off of his teeth. Because weak teeth aren't normal - and normalcy accounts for justice.
And it isn't that normalcy doesn't comply with reason.
In fact, normalcy is an offshoot of collective reason, and derives its definition from it.
And that's why, i guess, law.
Deciphering the cryptic code, untangling the twisted web of the human mind - applying a logic as clear cut as math in everyday life and situations. The joy of reasoning...finally i did justice to the question!

i apologize - whether u like it or not.

i was wondering if i have enough sense to make the discretion between a private blog and one for the world to see, and i now realize i don't. So, preetika and if existent, any other visitor, please bear while i...let out.
It's actually by a great effort that i'm sitting myself down to type this out. and i dont think i'm gonna last till the point i wanna make.

I finally realized where we were different B, and it sort of saddens me that we didn't see that coming, and even if we did individually, we didn't talk it out so we could put it behind us. The two of you, if you've noticed, are much more cynical. And you think yourself strictly above some things, some of that strength you derive is from each other. Whereas with H and me, we don't entrust ourselves to each other. You remember you said, his problems might become my problems? well, they were, much before we met. We're pretty similar that way. We've given each other utmost freedom, so much so, even the slightest interference is deemed unhealthy. You might scoff at it in all probability - but i've seen you guys, and i've seen where your inherent weakness lies; i'm real sorry but i wouldn't wanna trade.
After my conversation with N today, i sought an answer to the question making rounds in my head - either way, one of us is gonna get hurt. If i come on so defensive, that it actually offends, you get hurt, but if i shut up and let you go on, i'll be real upset. I don't know if this is the way it should be.
And by all means, you shouldn't be reading this; you were part of an experiment that went horribly wrong. Horribly. But, my curiosity did get the better of me - i'm sorry, whether you like it or not.

My theory - its still raw.

‘A guilty scion of some hopeless miscreants, I am’ – a line I’d used in a previous piece of poetry. But I don’t agree now, no. I’m not guilty.

I can’t help but feel that we are the scientists. Every one of us, save the few unwilling guinea pigs of course. We, the one writing this and the ones that’ll read it, belong to a millennium that holds great ties to the ones that discovered water, land, energy, food, transport, money, electricity, communication. We invented machinery, vehicles, gadgets, agriculture, and art and toyed with philosophical questions ethics, finesse and introspection and questions and more questions falling in an endless void of meaning and garble-babble in one mixed bag.

And finally we concluded that questioning was a benchmark of profoundness and erudition; that curiosity was the only thing that kept us going.

We took pride in not knowing, and rightly so. We had no other choice!

A lot of people shout themselves hoarse trying to bring to your notice the ruthless erosion we are making of the Earth’s cover, the cultivation and re-cultivation until a time comes where the land is rendered unfit for further use. Ask us to take steps to slow it down, bring down the mindless destruction – but their pleas fall on deaf ears.

Mine voice used to plead – now I’ve clogged my cochlea. And I’m better off this way, than the constant biting guilt – ugh, I finally grew out of it.

My theory is that we will continue to expand and erode at this very rate and maybe faster as the years go by, until we proverbially lie down in the coffins we built by beheading trees. Curiosity and the unending thirst to know, surpasses values and the mystery wrapped around concepts of divinity.

Vielleicht das nachste mal.

In a different era, a different time zone.

But we, are part of this era, this race which is doomed to imperfection. As we’re the unafraid lot – the stunt guys. We can see what has resulted of our impulses and our crudeness.

Mother nature will have to allow our mistakes this time, we were in the process of discovery – exploration. In our urge to ‘find out’ and unearth ideas of modern science, technology and the never ending arenas that capture the human mind day after day, we got a little too excited. Too much in too little time, I’d say. That we have conceptualized and envisaged neo-tech and science growing beyond reaches we can ever claim to have walked by. Our minds are, at the moment juggernauts waiting to crush. Maybe the juggernaut will launch itself into a self-deprecating avalanche and finally perish. But if it is to perish, it will do so in glory. With the jewels of the fresh and indigenous knowledge encrusted in our gravestones.

The ones that come later on, will have fewer instincts, urges, will lead more pacific lives.
But they’ll miss out on wondering as we did, just as we did with applied geography.