Our universe

Though skeptical about many things that was taught at school, i believed the learned fact that i live on the planet earth and that this planet belongs to the solar system, with the sun at its centre. The milky way was the only galaxy i knew. Today, as i get older, i am becoming aware of the billion galaxies and systems around me. Every individual has his own galaxy. What is at the centre of the system differs from individual to individual. For some, the person himself is at the centre and the rest revolves around him/her and for some, it could be anything - money, power, love, a position, a person, a value, a concept, a lie...and then everything revolves around it

The search

Every night when i close my eyes i see this sea of darkness. I plunge deep into the wetness. I swim and wade through time and distance. On the way i see familiar faces and strange expressions. I want to linger but i realise i can't, nor can they. Everyone is constantly on the move. Reluctantly, i go deeper into the oblivion. Here i see strange creatures and yet they seem mine...they are coming closer...

Garbage

Trash disposal is so essential that we try to have that provision everywhere. Even our computers give us the option to remove unwanted things. What about our own systems? Do we have any trash disposal system working in us? The excretory system takes care of some kinds of disposals. But what about all the other accumulated rubbish? The dissapointments, disillusionments, resentments, fears, shattered hopes, broken hearts, fantasies, wants, unfulfilled desires, negative thoughts & feelings piling up in each body, each house, each street? What do we do with this collective trash? We have been hiding it, shoving it where others cannot see it. But the filth has piled up. We need a thorough cleansing.

Right or wrong

When one has too many options one tends to decide keeping in mind the right course of action. With changing values and expectations it has become even more difficult to know what exactly is right or wrong. When I try to be right in some way, i am being wrong some other way. Things that seem so right to me, are wrong for many. Every day I come across many wrongs being perpetrated by people, but these wrongs are considered right by most. In the name of religion, social systems, traditions and countless other convenient excuses human freedom and emotions are thwarted. Very few even feel that it is wrong. Their right is my wrong. My right is their wrong.

I am living

I have not been scribbling these days. Actually, I have been scribbling quite a lot in my mind. There are so many things happening around me. High-rise buildings come up; majestic, decades-old trees are brought down; Anna Hazare starts anti-corruption campaign; IPL show begins; protests, elections, talks, deals, sai baba's health... Basically, life is alive and kicking and all are engrossed in living...I am so lost in death that nothing alive seems to register. If I scribble I scribble my confusion, my bewilderment, my constant thoughts of a voice I can no longer hear...a hand i can never ever touch