All the random thoughts

On a sunless day when I was on the street, walking alone, dragging my feet; with nothing to look forward to, no one to meet, that I heard this voice, gentle and sweet. Amidst the clatter of plates and amidst the chatter of mates, It was a matter of fate, that I could hear more than just prate. I looked around for the source of playfulness among the chores; in a place that was nothing but coarse, the sweetness was quite off course. There it was, the lovely face, less of beauty more of grace, As she moved around the place, the ambience changed to suit her ways. No doubt, she was God’s dear one; His way of saying, ’I’m here son, moving along with this nature woman and not, as you think, beyond the Sun’. I shook my head and looked again, she was ever so elegant and yet so plain. Being earthly there is so much to gain,  that vanity seems like all suffering and pain. It was late in the evening, half past seven I resumed my walk, bright and liven. To sinful me su

These are the two most important things in human life. We all know that each one of us has a reservoir of time meant for ourselves and that the reservoir levels are constantly depleting. Believers in destiny would say that no matter what modern medicine can achieve, one can never refill the reservoir. Near close encounters with death mean nothing because they are never really close if your reservoir is not empty - they'd say. Then there is the money. The one thing that drives human behaviour in the modern society more than anything else. We spend our time for the money, we accumulate it, we measure it, we indulge in mathematics so we can grow our reservoir of money. Our entire being is defined in terms of our tendency to monitor the reservoir of money or otherwise. Someone becomes a Sanyasi because he doesn't want to monitor that reservoir any more. Someone else becomes a super success because they just cannot stop monitoring that reservoir. We have banks and other institutions

It was The Night, a night of Dreams; of dancing trees, of running Streams. The haunting melody of nature’s song, as it breezed past the flora, or took it along - Oh, Nature ! What is your nature? Artistic? But you are the only artist ! This is a Silent, almost reflective night, a feeling of oneness, of spiritual delight. Then there is this soft, cool zephyr, raging a fire, of passionate desire - Oh, Nature ! What is your nature? Paradoxical ? or is it my innocence? It's every where. Sometimes one needs to make conscious effort to see it and some other times, it is just in your face. I am talking about the Paradox ! Great confusion followed by complete clarity. Worrisome anxiousness followed by complete peace. 'Followed by'? May be not. They just are sitting next to each other and it is really me who is choosing one over the other. In computer terms, the RAM is being loaded with one or the other from the hard disk. If RAM is the active brain then what is the hard disk? More