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My Soul mate: An Unfinished Quest

This is where I love to be La Isla Bonita -- A girl sings this lullaby Every moment is ecstasy Where scorching sunray like embers of my memory Her voice is divine and unheard symphony That wreathes my soul like caged birds cacophony Her eyes -- untold tales of prophecy Sailors' quest for the island of Destiny Emeralds and rubies -- premonition of Shangri–la -- She's my fantasy She makes me believe in mirages -- that's some real sorcery This is where I love to be La Isla Bonita -- A girl sings this lullaby She's the one -- White pearl and dark red ruby My talisman -- I lost in the echoes of her lullaby.

Essentials: A word of advice...

You don't have to be a poster boy... You don't have to have Greek god looks... You don't have to have a ritzy automobile or superbike. Those things are insignificant. Your resume should show academic prowess -- That's essential. Evolution is essential. From an egg into an imago. The only thing that shouldn't be part of your life cycle is dormancy. Never STOP striving. Try to outdo yourself... Prove your mettle... Dedicating a romantic song to her on the radio is lovey-dovey--BUT--attempting to code a new distro of Linux is evangelical -- That'd really impress her. You'd dedicate that Linux variant to her! A funky smartphone isn't a must-have--BUT--a book by Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam is essential. Don't let her say: 'You're NOT my type!' -- Don't let her say something like: Quote: 'We're not suited, we need some space, of course, we can still be friends.' Unquote. It's the flawlessness of your character -- It's the u...

Footprints of a writer...

Wannabe writers must understand one thing that you don't learn writing from some Creative Writing book or workshop -- It's about questioning your honesty -- It's being skeptical about your morality -- You've to have sagely temperament -- Loftiness -- Unimpeachable character -- Truthfulness -- That's why I'd NEVER become a writer -- Writing is a two-way process -- It prompts your readers to re-evaluate themselves -- their value system -- At the same time -- It triggers a sort of metamorphic process in you -- It's about soul-searching -- It's self-criticism -- You don't patronize anyone -- It's not a fault-finding exercise -- It's self-ridicule -- I'm NOT fortunate like Lazarus -- Yep, I'd be restored to life -- BUT in the hereafter -- NOT in this world. My existence on this earth is finite BUT I want to leave my footprints -- in spite of -- frailties -- I believe in a brave new world -- and I sincerely try to do my bit.

The joy of giving . . . .

I've learned that giving (irrespective of race, religion, creed, or political convictions) -- even just a wee bit -- even at a micro-level -- unselfishly and unconditionally gives you joy. Sudha Murthy Ji says the same thing -- giving back to society. It's not about money always -- the most important thing you'd give to an underprivileged person is dignity and respect. A little chitchat. A pat on the back. Sharing a smoke. Having Chai together. Empathy. Mercy. Compassion.

A parrot astrologer and his parakeet: Tête-à-tête . . . .

Astrologer: [Good–humoredly] Parrot: Please tell me about my Destiny. Parrot: [Feigning dizziness] Sunstroke! Astrologer: [Mockingly] What? Am I going to suffer a sunstroke? Parrot: Nope! Moreover, how would I know . . . . You are the learned one! I was merely suggesting that we sit under a tree! Preferably . . . . an old banyan tree! Astrologer: [Perplexed] That is a peculiar request. Seriously unbecoming . . . . Never mind . . . . Okay. But why an old banyan tree? Why not any other tree? Moreover, what do you know about trees in the first place? Parrot: Moreover, I am getting bad vibes . . . . maybe this place is jinxed . . . . I am basically a bird . . . . It is my innateness . . . . It is my intrinsicality . . . . I know about trees like the back of my hand. An old banyan tree is a sagely tree . . . . it is a sacred tree . . . . Astrologer: Aw! That is quite awe-inspiring. Maybe you are missing your nest that you never built! I am touched! I am not a cruel or harsh man! You must ha...

A sequel to Gulliver's Travels...

Mister Lemuel Gulliver isn't the protagonist -- RJ Miss Incognito aka Miss Dragon Slayer on a mythical voyage... Listening to the radio won't lead to quickie enlightenment -- But you'd never rule out a semi-nirvanic experience -- She takes you on an invigorating and exhilarating virtual tour of never-never lands -- This was episode #1 -- Telly voice-overs are yawners -- This broadcast was quite educative -- She narrates everything about the place in anecdotal bursts -- except flora and fauna! And, if you're a logophile like me -- you'd pick up some basic words -- If you croak out these magic words--I promise you--you won't: Get stranded or get lynched by an angry mob -- et cetera.  Word #1: 'tuk tuk' -- At least a buggy would materialize out of thin air!  Word #2: 'Yin dee krap / ka' -- Hostile, xenophobic aliens would have a change of heart and turn into affable hosts! ;-) For some more life-saving tips and spiritual awakening journeys -- watch ...

Phoning RJ Miss Incognito

Phoning RJ Miss Incognito is like going under the knife. And, she's an unmerciful -- razor-sharp scalpel. And, she won't give you anesthesia! She's cold-blooded. And, it's a cinch for her to monopolize the entire conversation. She'd zap you! She'd nuke you! She'd turn even the suavest man into a mousy little thing -- in a nanosecond. She slays your spunk! Your mettle is blitzed in a microsecond! You're obliterated. I'm a weak-kneed person -- Just listening to her radio phone-in program makes me absolutely petrified -- I look like a holocaust survivor while listening to her program. -- I swear she's the reincarnation of the intrepid Alexander Selkirk -- She must've survived a shipwreck -- got stranded on an island swarming with man-eaters and tribe of cannibals -- bloodthirsty mongrels and hyenas -- She came out of all this unscathed! -- She's an avant-garde spellbinder -- Her sense of humor is wacky -- lethal -- She'd slaughter you --...