tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145482559985790712024-03-15T09:57:33.848-07:00Quest for InfinityKunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-24198583725283507892024-03-12T12:19:00.000-07:002024-03-12T12:22:00.601-07:00Black hole<p>अनंत व्योम गर्भ से </p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">तमस् है जन्म ले रहा</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">प्रकाश अबल खड़ा वहीं </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">काल अस्त हो रहा </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">अनादि जीव देव का </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">है अंत वहाँ हो रहा </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">शब्द का विनाश भी </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">शब्द में ही हो रहा </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">सृजन विलय के बीच में</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">नये आयाम को सींचता </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">दिशाओं को भी वो </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">भुजाओं में समेटता</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-27007686445524996742024-03-12T11:06:00.000-07:002024-03-12T11:06:57.613-07:00कल रात जो देखा था तुमने <p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 3px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="font-size: 17px;">कल रात जो देखा था तुमने </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 28px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 3px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">वो सूना तारा हमारा था</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">तुझसे रौशन टिमटिम करता</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">उसने विश्वास हमारा था </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">घर के रौशन कोने में </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">उम्मीद की एक परछाईं थी</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">तुझसे मिलकर खिल खिल करती</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">अभी पड़ी सकुचाई सी </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">जो धार चली थी आँखों से </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">एक आंसू मेरा उसने</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">एक आँसू तुम्हारा था </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">थोड़ी थोड़ी भूली सी </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">वो फ़रियाद हमारी थी </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">नींद में थे तब सच्ची थी</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">अब जाग गये तो याद नहीं </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-2881150065131183192024-03-08T21:03:00.000-08:002024-03-08T21:06:21.806-08:00I have become like you<p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I have become like you</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">A sovereign citizen of the other universe far far away</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Forever yearning never achieving </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Forever travelling never reaching</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Forever parched in the evening rain</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A merchant of tomorrow’s memories </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A somnambulist in the desert of desires</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I am not dead, <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I never lived .</span></p>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-11042417556219243972024-03-03T08:31:00.000-08:002024-03-03T08:31:20.947-08:009:41 PM is the time of forgotten memories<p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Pebbles in the street I often walked</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">A tree in the home I grew up in</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">That awkward stolen kiss</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Hidden mark-sheets</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Careless <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>talks on Philosophy, Physics</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Whispering ocean by the window</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Rainforests , <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>never ending rain</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A little bit of me a little bit of you </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A little bit of nothing else</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">It all exists only at 9:41 PM</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Everywhere, all the time </span></div>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-8749935920118107002024-02-25T10:20:00.000-08:002024-02-25T10:21:13.227-08:00I only exist in her memories<p><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I only exist in her memories</span></p><p><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Forever in the past</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Fading slowly </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I have new roommates </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">My space shrinks </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">As she makes new memories </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Forgetting me a little everyday </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-64041931041693777902024-02-25T09:50:00.000-08:002024-02-25T09:50:02.005-08:00The lives I have touched have touched me back<p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">The lives I have touched have touched me back</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">My gaze into the future is not my own</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">The scars I carry are not from battles I have fought</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I live many lives today I will die many deaths </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-77419147881920304152024-02-20T19:53:00.000-08:002024-02-20T21:11:39.239-08:00The broken heart should never be healed<p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 28px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 3px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-weight: bold;">The broken heart should never be healed. It is whatever remains of the heart that once was. The mended heart is something else, of someone else.</span></p>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-90498802833896574842024-02-20T19:44:00.000-08:002024-02-20T19:44:22.447-08:00Graves of immortal angels<p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 28px; font-weight: bold;">In the hollow eyes of a dying man there are graves of immortal angels</span></p>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-55890816892321932852024-02-20T08:20:00.000-08:002024-02-20T08:20:15.443-08:00When life begins to recede<p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">When life begins to recede</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">The body does not know</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"> </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">It</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">is only in the ever dimming light in the eyes</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">And in the fast fading crimson sunset</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">In time’s persistent accounting of lives touched</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">In the souls preparation to say good bye</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">The eternal night looms near</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A forever repenting heart </span></p>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-57807610166834933762016-01-15T05:27:00.000-08:002016-01-15T05:31:23.917-08:00The Temple of dead Gods : Somra<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I woke up with a feeling of having exhausted all that I had ever deserved.My body was still numb, I could hardly move, but I could open my eyes.<br />
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It appeared to be at the horizon of that moment, cascading down as future seeping out of the present. It sounded like the laughter of the night, mocking the stars that shine their hearts out. As wide as I could imagine, falling out of no where, the cascading water was unperturbed- almost like a mirror.<br />
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A giant mirror made of cascading water was right in front of me, except that there were no reflections. Like death, it was drawing me towards it. I started walking towards it. As I started walking I could see things in the mirror. I tried hard to focus my vision. I was almost sure I was seeing myself in the mirror. Unconscious as I was a few minutes ago.<br />
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I started walking faster, I wanted to get to the mirror. The image on the mirror changed to a series of quickly changing images. It was almost like a film running backwards. I could see myself inside the temple moving through the viscous air. The faster I moved towards, it the faster the film ran backwards. I was soon outside the temple coming down the staircase. Time appeared to be on a roller coaster ride. I stopped walking and the film stopped. I could not see anything else in the mirror. I took a few steps back and probably as I had expected the images reappeared, this time moving forward. I saw myself entering the temple, trying to get to its core. I saw myself crying out with pain as if hit by something, but there was actually nothing that had hit me, Walking back I saw myself dissolving in the ether and materializing on the meadow,unconscious.<br />
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Gradually walking back was becoming laborious, the closer I came to the point where the mirror was showing a very near past, walking any further became impossible. I could hardly take any steps back and I could see myself laboring with my steps in the mirror too.<br />
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I stopped and the images disappeared.<br />
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"We call it Somra. It keeps the world "now", safe from the world "then". It stops today from collapsing into tomorrow. It can transpose space and time.Essentially your movement through space becomes your movement through time across the mirror. When you drift in time, it appears as your movement in space"<br />
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"Movement from where ?" <br />
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"The temple of dead Gods.It is the origin of space and time"<br />
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The first peek inside the temple took away my capacity to feel. Reality appeared like a long forgotten dream that only exists in some unknown Deja Vu's. I was no longer aware of my existence independent of everything else. Confined by soulless walls the temple was still without boundaries. Light took forever to bounce off those walls.Images became memories before they could be seen.<br />
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The mathematical laws inside the temple were different.Addition was not known.The whole was absolute, it could not be added to another whole to create a third whole. One and One did not make two. The pillars that supported the structure could not be counted. There was one pillar and there was another one pillar and so on.Counting depends implicitly on addition, so the only known number inside the temple was one.<br />
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The Ether inside the temple was viscous, luminous. My first step inside the temple was labored, making my way through the ether. There was no air, no smell.The luminous dots strewn across the ether were ideas. Every idea could be seen, plucked and planted.Some of these dots merged together to form another dot, some would just fizzle out.Once I was inside the ether my body was no longer solid. It was dissolving and coalescing at the same time. Any part of my body I was not conscious of would slowly start dissolving in the ether. Alarmed and scared I would notice the part of my body and ether would slowly start rebuilding it.My consciousness was holding my body together.<br />
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My head was leaking. From inside the brain, making its way through the skull and my skin there was purple smoke coming out.The harder I tried to plug the leak the more uncontrolled it became. I was leaking memories. After moving around the ether for a long time, they settled down as images. Bright, luminous images of different colors. The azure images of my childhood, faint grey images of adolescence, the yellow images of manhood. There were also images from before my childhood,<br />
before my birth. Images of my death in several lives before, images of my struggle.<br />
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Walking was no longer necessary. If I had to move all I had to do was to want to move. The idea of movement was very much unlike ours. To get to a place I had to dissolve into ether. What traveled between two points was just the luminous idea of my existence. I was rebuilt at my destination. There was no time spent in doing anything.<br />
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There were spiral planks everywhere. None of these planks ever intersected. They did not lead anywhere. I wanted to get on one of these planks not knowing where it would take me. It was probably going to take me to the temple's core. I could hear a faint sound of something quivering in pain. I started dissolving myself again to get to one of the planks. Before I could lose myself to ether, something cold hit me at the back of my head. There was suddenly a lot of heat, a lot of light before I started falling into a deep, bottomless abyss of darkness.</div>
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Zeno was a lonely man. In a sleepy town of Velia on the coast of Tyrrhenian Sea he only had his friend Parmenides for company. Velia was ravaged so many times that the only professions that prospered there were Philosophy and Prostitution. People would come to this city to be stripped naked either by Philosophers or Prostitutes or sometimes both.<br />
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Zeno was very ugly for a Greek. Socrates nose, ordinary face and small questioning eyes. Of his seven siblings he was the least loved of his parents. He appeared to have a problem with everything. He questioned every idea, every belief around him. He could not make sense of very obvious things in his life. He spent most of his childhood to get a glimpse of the time passing. He would argue - What has passed? He could not see anything passing, yet the world around him changed every moment. Maybe nothing passes, we just hop on from one world to another.Every world being only slightly different so as to give us an impression of something passing. But again he could not see himself hopping around either. The world just did not make sense to him.<br />
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He would spend evenings chatting with the only people who he believed understood something about the world - the famous prostitutes of Velia. Zeno would explain them why the whole world did not make sense and they would nod saying - "Yes we know".<br />
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He would never want the sun to go down. The nights were cruel. Forever sleepless, he was waiting for something, someone. The missing piece of the cosmic puzzle. He fell in love with the missing piece that would forever elude him. This is where is postulated the famous paradox of motions. While it is explained in many ways, what Zeno framed originally was about a man and his love across the river Alento.<br />
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If a man and his love are on the opposite sides of the River Alento and the man starts swimming across the river towards his love, will he ever reach her? He argued that the man would need cross half the river first, so he will still be left with another half. When he crosses the second half of the river there is half of the half still left. No matter how far he goes there will still be a part left for him to cross. There was no way he could get across the Alento. His love would forever be an unfulfilled quest.<br />
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He however saw people crossing rivers everyday. He just could not make sense of it, there was the missing piece he could not find. This was the missing piece he loved more than anything. He died looking for it.<br />
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2400 years after him, we know what he was looking for. Zeno was looking for his Nano. Nano was the missing piece of the puzzle. Nano is where the weirdness begins. Nano is a term attributed to things of the scale of 10 ^ (-9). This is the scale where the quantum behavior sets in. This is where you start growing week on your knees, your senses stop being your guide. You are left alone in Nano's company.<br />
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Nano will hold your hand and take you into this weird world. Unable to see, hear , touch, smell or taste you can only feel in this world. You can feel color , texture and smell without actually seeing, touching or smelling. She would show how gold has a different color here, how space-time continuum is warped around carelessly as if in a perpetual immobile stretch. The further we we walk with her the weirder it gets. Deep into this world there is place where existence becomes an idea. We cannot walk any further. She says it is Planck's wall. We have reached at 10 ^-33 cms. She has never been any further, the world beyond this does not exist.<br />
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Zeno did not realize that he could not keep subdividing space infinitely. Eventually he would hit the Plancks wall and no further subdivision would be possible. There would ultimately be a finite distance to travel. But Nano was not there to tell Zeno, Nanos did not exist then.<br />
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Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-84814999340992403662015-07-24T04:35:00.001-07:002015-07-24T04:43:49.390-07:00The Barber who did not shave himself<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">In
a somewhat weird town there was a group of barbers who followed a simple rule -
they shaved only those who did not shave themselves. Now let us make an
assertion (which can either be true or false) - "There was a barber in the
group who did not shave himself". Well possibly. What is the big deal
about it? If the above statement is true, then by the definition of collection
(that barbers only shaved men who did not shave themselves) the barber must
shave himself. But also, no barber in the collection can shave himself. The
statement can neither be true nor false. Something is seriously wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">In
early 20th Century, Bertrand Russell's paradox, outlined above, lent a
severe blow to the philosophy of mathematics that was trying to find<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>its footing among established
disciplines (or find it again after Archimedes, Plato
etc) . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Looking
at the problem more closely a bit of help from mathematics might come handy.
The “group”” as used in the paradox mentioned above is often referred to as a
SET. A Set of things is different from the thing itself. A SET of humans is not
a human. Similarly a SET of humans in love is not the same as a human in love.
There is simple way of explaining this idea in mathematics (precisely Set
Theory).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">If
x is free variable (Humans for example) and there is a property <span style="background: white;">λ(Pronounced Lambda)</span> limiting it (Humans
in Love, African Elephants, North Indians in Bangalore etc). Then we can define
a set<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">A
= {x:x is in love}. This would be read in English as A is a set of humans who
are in love. Or more precisely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">A
= {x:<span style="background: white;">λ(x)} where λ is a property which
means - " Is in Love".</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I used hate those braces "{}" in set theory, but I
guess she is like an elegant and exotic woman who wears braces to ward
of insincere suitors.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Back to What Russel pointed out</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Let us define a set R where R is a set of things that not
members of themselves. In mathematics it would loosely translate as </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">R = {x: ~λ(x)}</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Where λ(x) stands for </span><span style="background: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">x</span><span style="background: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Cambria Math",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Cambria Math";">∈</span><span style="background: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> x . The ~ at the beginning of the property denotes the
inverse. If </span><span style="background: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">λ(x) means a property where x belongs to x then </span><span style="background: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> ~</span><span style="background: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">λ(x) would refer
to a property where x does not belong to x.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">If R defined above is a set of things that are not members of
themselves and we start with the assertion, is R a member of itself? If R is a
member of itself, then it must satisfy the condition of not being a member of
itself so it is not. If it is not then</span><span style="background: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> it must not satisfy the condition of not being a member of
itself, and so it must be a member of itself.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Would
it be fair to say that such set like R cannot exist? Why not? Well it obviously
leads to a contradiction, but that is none of R's problem. What is a set that
is not a member of itself. If we look at a set of all things. All animals ,
plants, bananas, apples, Macs, iPods, men, women, mountains, Andromeda galaxy,
Space, time and everything else that senses can perceive or cannot perceive.
When such a set is created it should have as its members all that has been, is
and will be. Even that which could not be. That would be everything, but
everything is also something so this set should contain itself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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no mathematical or philosophical reason, I would like to name this set as </span><span style="background: white; color: #252525; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">∞.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #252525; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">∞<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>= {x:x is
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<span style="background: white; color: #252525; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">But a set cannot be a member of itself. If there is something
outside the set then</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #252525; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">∞ is not a set of everything. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #252525; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">How can infinity be contained within itself. If it cannot
then there is something outside</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #252525; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">infinity so obviously its not infinity. Indian philosophy
terms it as Infinity's constraint.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Just
being infinite, you have to be infinite in infinite number of ways, constantly
evolving andchanging in dynamic infinity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">In
Indian philosophy there is an apparent reconciliation of the problem posed by
Russel. What if there are two infinities that can mutually exist without making
the other impossible? What if there is an infinite that is also a null set,
that is zero that is not manifest. That infinity can coexist with the manifest
infinity. You could take out of infinity from the infinite that is not manifest
but it will still remain zero. As the sage Kapil goes on to explain to his
mother the theory of Samkhya, he says that the manifest infinite is nothing but
knowledge (Vedas) defining tangible things out of infinite that is not
manifest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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they discovered in the process and cried out - ït is not this, it is not this.
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Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-91013429814106366282015-07-16T07:53:00.000-07:002015-07-16T10:52:27.610-07:00पश्चाताप कर<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
पश्चाताप कर ,<br />
पश्चाताप कर ,<br />
अश्रु बहा ,<br />
क्रन्दन कर।<br />
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नष्ट कर अपनी घोषतंत्रि,<br />
हर स्वर को कम्पन कर,<br />
साक्षी बन अपने विनाश का,<br />
अपना सर्वस्व अर्पण कर।<br />
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छलनी उर में बसती कविता का,<br />
अपने हाथों से वध कर,<br />
काट अपनी हस्त रेखाओं को,<br />
नियति को फिर से विस्मृत कर।<br />
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कर प्रज्वलित संताप की अग्नि,<br />
आशा की आहुति कर,<br />
नग्न हो तत्व से सत्व तक,<br />
वेश्याओं का आलिंगन कर,<br />
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जीवन को वर,<br />
विषपान कर,<br />
तुमने पाप किया है,<br />
तुमने प्रेम किया है !<br />
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Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-9317717557566368042015-07-09T03:40:00.000-07:002015-07-10T00:19:51.545-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On an uncertain pi (22/7) his epitome of success he built,<br />
and the drift of a pre -ordained force he called his fate !!</div>
Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-29129776844862848422015-07-06T07:03:00.002-07:002015-07-06T07:03:59.317-07:00तुम मेरी अंतिम कविता<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
नियति की विस्मृत रेखाओं में ,<br />
खोई तुम मेरी अद्भुत रचना ,<br />
काल बोध के पूर्व सृजित ,<br />
तुम मेरी अंतिम कविता। </div>
Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-19964462279188000782015-07-01T15:22:00.002-07:002015-07-02T01:26:19.479-07:00Temple of Dead Gods<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When you venture too far out into the sea never with an intention to return, when the fleeting horizon appears to get tiered of ever eluding every seeker, when thoughts start freezing in necessities fearsome chill, when hope starts taking laboured breath, you know you are close to the temple of dead gods.The waves stroking your vessel dies down, the guiding star is lost and so is every desire to go back to the world again. You put out every flame of aspiration, every hint of light from within, purge every memory. You offer your soul to the dark and then does the Island with temple of dead gods materialize.This is where every quest for an escape from life ends. This is where the quest for living death begins.</div>
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You no longer captain the vessel, the engines no longer hum. It is slowly sucked into an inconscient dark. In the dark around the island dead plants from the bottom of the ocean rise up higher than the sight can go. The laws of nature have given this place a miss. Huge swarms of fishes would crawl up the dead trees and cling on until they die breathless.In that moment between the end of life and approach of death every dying fish has a last enigmatic smile and casts a somber look on you.</div>
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The dead fishes are quickly reborn as they fall back into the dark ocean. They crawl up the tree to die again. Here the wheels of karma are no longer governed by time.</div>
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With your first step into the cloudy mass that makes the surface of the island, you are laid bare right to the hollow where your soul once resided. Everything ever made to protect you, to cover you is gone. Without your clothes and hair your body, without hope and love your heart and without time your existence all lie exposed to the play of possibilities. You do not feel nude, it appears you have worn nudity.The coherence of the body is gone. Every organ is the master of its own will. The body becomes the playground of the dark. Every emotion,every desire, every passion manifests and the body meekly obeys. Uninhibited tears,mischievous play of genitals, quivering of the limbs and a senseless beating of the heart. The desire to be a conqueror, the pain of a refuted lover, the joy of birth, the fear of death, the passion of fulfilled love all manifest together, fighting for your body. This does not end until all desires, all vitality has been fruitioned and have been lost. The Catharsis makes you pure for the temple.</div>
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From within the island there are no boundaries, there is no beyond. Time has long long been driven out of here, only the "Now" remains. An ever present, all encompassing now.Because the island is infinite it has no center. Its center is everywhere. Somewhere in this everywhere there is the temple of dead gods. Supported by dark clouds that cling to it with all their hands, the stairways to the door is made of dead divine virtues. The first few steps are made of compassion, probably compassion was the first to be sacrificed. After a laborious trip up the flight of steps made of compassion you reach the steps made of dead truth. Dark, ugly,mutilated truth lying bare on these steps. These were white marble stairs with marks of blood, as if it has trickled down not so long ago. After truth,beauty, joy, hope and love you reach the final step - the bare bosom of the earth. Infertile, soulless, hopeless.</div>
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Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-45040197703138700492015-06-30T14:27:00.002-07:002015-06-30T14:48:01.285-07:00मेरे थे जो , वो शब्द मुझे देदो। <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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शब्द तुम्हारे , दृष्य तुम्हारे ,<br />
भाव तुम्हारे , वेदना तुम्हारी ,<br />
कल तुम्हारा , आज तुम्हारा ,<br />
तम तुम्हारा, प्रकाश तुम्हारा।<br />
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सृजन तुम्हारा , प्रलय तुम्हारा,<br />
सृष्टि तुम्हारी , ज्ञान तुम्हारा,<br />
मोह तुम्हारा, वैराग तुम्हारा ,<br />
जीवन तुम्हारा , मृत्यु तुम्हारी।<br />
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उसकी इस निर्मम क्रीड़ा में ,<br />
मैं अव्यक्त , अपरिभाषित पुरुष ,<br />
तुम मुझसे रूठी प्रकृति।<br />
प्रेम नहीं करुणा बस देदो ,<br />
मेरे थे जो , वो शब्द मुझे देदो।<br />
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Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-34830201731861193852015-06-29T13:33:00.000-07:002015-06-30T00:55:30.800-07:00आज मैं जी लूँगा। कल तुम आ जाना। <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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पता है, मैं अभी भी उतनी ही सिगरेट पीता हूँ। हाँ बस अब नेवी कट नहीं पी पता, बोहोत स्ट्रांग लगती है. उस दिन जाते वक़्त तुमने कहा था ना कि अगली बार आऊँगी तो छुड़वा दूंगी. लोग मना करते रहे, कहते रहे छोड़ने को लेकिन मैं इत्मिनान से पीता रहा कि तुम आओगी तो छोड़ दूंगा। डॉक्टर कह रहे हैं कि फेफड़ों की हालत उतनी अच्छी नहीं है. सिगरेट तो छोड़ना पड़ेगा। देखो ज्यादा देर मत कर देना। <br />
याद है वो टाइम ट्रेवल की थ्योरी समझाई थी मैंने। बहुत रात हो गयी थी या शायद सुबह। मुझे पता नहीं तुम सुन भी रही थी कि नहीं. वो टाइम मशीन की बात थी ना, कि टाइम मशीन कुछ भी हो सकता है कहीं भी हो सकता है. मुझे लगता है सिगरेट ही टाइम मशीन है. या तो इस पार ले आएगा और तुम मुझे मिलोगी वहीं, या फिर उस पार जहाँ सब हैं, अशरीरी। <br />
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तुम्हें तो शायद अब याद नहीं होगा उस दिन मेस का खाना कितना खराब था और हम बाहर खाने आ गए थे। उतने पैसे नहीं थे मेरे पास इसलिए मैंने झूठ मूठ कहा था कि आज वड़ा पाव खाने का मन है. तभी मैंने तुम्हें एक बिहारी non veg joke सुनाया था। पहले तो तुम समझी नहीं थी. थोड़ी देर बाद जब समझ में आया तो तुम बेपरवाह ज़ोर से हंसी थी। तुमने नोटिस नहीं किया होगा लेकिन पूरी दूकान में लोग तुम्हें घूर रहे थे। कहते हैं आवाज time - space के नियमों को नहीं मानती। सुनने में अजीब सा लगेगा क्यूंकि बचपन से हमने पढ़ा है कि sound needs a medium. पर इंसानों की तरह आवाज़ की भी रूह होती है। वो शाश्वत है। सुनने वाले के इंतज़ार में रूहों की दुनिया में रहती है, हमेशा। शायद मुझे फिर सुनाई दे कभी। हमेशा ध्यान लगाये रहता हूँ, कि कभी , कहीं वो आवाज फिर से सुनूँ। दोस्त कहने लगे हैं मैं कम सुनने लगा हूँ.<br />
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कितना वक़्त गुज़र गया है , अब तो तुम्हारा चेहरा भी ठीक से याद नहीं। जब तक तुम थी तो मैं तुममें कुछ ऐसा ढूंढता रहता था जो मुझे बुरा लगे। कोई कमी कोई flaw , ताकि मुझे तुमसे प्यार ना करना पड़े। प्यार आज भी नहीं करता. बस जिया नहीं जाता है।<br />
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आज मैं जी लूँगा तुम कल आ जाना !</div>
Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-10410814166299956692015-06-29T12:02:00.001-07:002015-06-29T22:23:17.041-07:00Hope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is said that time and space were the primal lovers and their marriage created the universe.Time and space existed even when the Creation was only a nascent idea. Deeply and inevitably in love with space, time had not other reason to exist. Cuddled in his infinite arms, she would playfully write and re write the laws of a world to be. With every rise of his bosom tiny moments would burst forth into eons and with every fall all possibilities would shrink to a moment.Time would playfully stretch her arms into the future and bring back souvenirs from a world yet to be created. He would only smile. Like a lightning the luminous smile appeared to outline the boundaries of the infinite.<br />
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Worlds were only possibilities then, bubbles that time created. All possibilities were there. All possible worlds co existed in her dreams. She would often take her lover to different worlds of future. There were worlds with rules of perfection and precision.Every moment was measured and would always lead to another fixed moment. Laws of causality was absolute. All things animate and inanimate were perfect.There was perfection but no harmony. There was no beauty because there was no ugliness, no joy because there was no misery. Among those worlds was a world very different. There were no laws. For no reason beautiful snow capped mountains would explode spilling ash and fire. Nurturing rivers would randomly spill hitherto infallible banks and spell destruction. People would love and hate at the same time. There was freedom to live, there was freedom to die, there was freedom to kill. This was the world that held space and time captive. The eternal lovers forgot the only inviolable law. They kissed, embraced, made love. They say that moment was outside the realms of possibilities.They broke the sanctioned sacrosanctness of marriage when they made love on the uninhabited peaks of mountains, depths of oceans, temples, brothels, virgin forests.<br />
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Time bore space a love child. Born of time's womb the laws of time did not apply to her. She learnt to walk holding time's hands travelling eons across past, present and future.In her father's arms she was every where, always. Absorbed in the delirious play of the child, time often forgot to pass. To hold her space would fold his hands from the extents of infinity.<br />
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The child was born before creation. Before space and time were meshed into the union of continuum. Before the sacred ritual of marriage was complete. She was born against the divine will. The lord could not sanction this. There could be nothing before the creation. There could either be the whole manifest world or just her. Her existence questioned his authority. There could be no way, the child had to cease to exist. She could not die as she was not born in time but of time.<br />
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Time was inconsolable. She implored the lord to make an exception, a tiny ripple in his preordained ocean of fixed rules, unchanging destinies.She wept moments pregnant with the possibilities of a universe yet to be. The lord relented. He let the child live !<br />
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The child lives today, mostly in the same world where she was conceived. We call her Hope.</div>
Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-46919782522912200172009-06-13T07:31:00.000-07:002009-06-13T07:45:11.079-07:00वन्दे मातरम<strong>Vande Maataram</strong><br />For some reason unknown these words have been ringing in my mind incessantly today. The Words keep hitting on the outer labyrinth of my mind which receives it with a perturbed indifference. Something seems to be rejecting the sound. As if a something inside me is afraid of these words, the material sound of it.As if a conspiracy inside me is about to be unveiled and the conspirers are making the last attempt to force the sound of "Vande Matram" out of me.<br />With a loud implosion the labyrinth shattered. And as the sound of its shattering subsided there was a calm. The words rushed in through the newly created passage. It travelled quite a bit inside me and settled down somewhere close to my heart with a strange sensation of peace, hitherto unknown.It was a moment of joy and the whole body participated in the celebration. The blood under my skin had a strange sensation, a feeling of lovely touch. My wet eyes were seeing clearly this beautiful world. Everything around was so fresh, so delightful.<br />Vande Maataram was surely written by Bankim Chandra in a moment of inspiration.I got to read its translation by Sri Aurobindo. I did not understand the original but was sure that the translation by Sri Aurobindo would be as close to the original as possible except for the limitations of English language.<br />Here I would like to share my thoughts on this wonderful poem and my understating of the same.<br />The most striking thing about Vande Maataram is its sound. The way it starts gently like the sound of hustling of leaves in the morning, generates a sense of beauty in the reader and then takes rapid strides towards its crescendo to a very agitated call to the motherland.<br />"sujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaM" takes you slowly over the calm Indian waters, the green Orchards and the delightfully cool breeze. The poet however does not let the sound of beauty last very long with the introduction of - "SasyashyaamalaaM" - dark fields. The sound suddenly changes at the end of first stanza to that of an uneasy calm. The Dark fields are waving to the Land.<br />The second stanza does not change the sound much with a continuation of the tone built up in the first. It is in the third stanza that the vibrating agitation appears to set in. "sapt koti kantha kalakalaninaada karaale" - The alliteration sets the tone for the rest of the poem. The sound is the sound of revolt that of a forceful denial of the feeling that India has grown weak in its own Land. The Poet goes on to implore the motherland to rise up. In words of Sri Aurobindo - "Thou who savest rise up and save".<br />The other easily noticeable aspect of this poem is a personification not into a mere human being but into an apotheosised Deity, the giver of love, peace, riches but at the same time destroyer and protector of her children. She is rich with her streams, beautifully garlanded with her Orchards. She is Vidya,She is Dharma and She is Durga. She is not like Durga but is Durga herself.<br />The poem does not lament about the fallen glory India but goes on to deny it. This is unlike several contemporary patriotic poems.Most of the verses written during the time of British colonisation of India began with an acceptance of the fallen glory of the country and implored the people of the country to rise up and save her.Her death was accepted and therefore the attempt was towards a resurrection. Bankim Chandra however is sure of the fallacy of idea of India's downfall. He does not believe she has had a downfall and needs a saving. The people of India however need to be saved and he asks the motherland to save her children,the people of India. It is definitely noticeable that as against commonly understood and advocated notion that a country is a collection of its people, this poem has made a clear distinction between the people of India and India - The saviour and the saved.<br />Vande Maatram, probably revealed it to me according to my ability to comprehend. It is often said that great poetry has relevance at different levels and different meaning at different levels of realization. I do not know which stratum of my being was knocked by this great piece of creation but I am grateful that Vande Matram chose to knock some stratum of me.<br /><br />My salute the great poet Bankim Chandra for this immortal creation.Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-1135820625048082342009-06-07T02:19:00.000-07:002009-06-07T10:39:29.465-07:00Mahant Jee<div align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mahant</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">jee</span> was more than just family to us. Apart from being the sole bridge between us and our village, he was a like a guardian a guide to all of us. Whenever something ominous threatened our home, he would appear out of nowhere, quelling all apprehensions, fear. The aura that followed him was enough to tell you that he had been seeking the soul and was very close to finding it, if not found it already. A childlike smile, a shining countenance, rewarding voice he was a medium we used to convey our prayers to God.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mahant</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jee</span> was an exponent of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ramcharit</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Manas</span>.Under his guidance and with his blessings we were exposed to the vastly surreal and mystic meaning and explanation of the simple verses of Ramayana. A celibate, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mahant</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">jee</span> renounced all his earthly possessions in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pursuit</span> of the Eternal, all pervading truth -- Rama. He would never speak without beginning the sentence with Ram. If he were to ask me to get a glass of water he would say -- "Ram <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Kishu</span>... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Paani</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">aano</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">tanta</span>". The modern thinking mind might not appreciate this much, but I believe it was his attempt of establishing the truth that all beings, all creations are the same as the eternal word Rama.There might be further resistance an even more forceful dissidence by the rational mind saying that the truth need not be spoken several times to be established.The truth can be perceived as truth only by truth. The soul alone knows the supreme word, the eternal vibration of the aether. The Body however is made up of various layers, a series of existences at different levels of consciousness. The greater the ignorance, the greater is the force required for the perception of the truth. I believe it was this force he was trying muster to change the lower natures of his existence. His soul knew, but he was not just his soul and everything else that did not know needed to know.<br /><br />Everyone who was associated with him (and the number is very huge) has a definite memory of<br />him. To me he was our saviour. Yesterday he decided to cut the last thread of his material connection - the attachment to his body and entered the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">mahasamadhi</span> - the final yogic trans of a saint. He had initiated the recital of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Sunderkand</span> in a village gathering and it was during the recital that he pulled the plug and let his body be without the vital touch of his omniscient soul. His decision to pull out of his body has left a huge void a feeling of being an orphan, very vulnerable. It will be a while before the onset of grief and mourning. People from remote villages are swarming in to get the glimpse of the last remains of the saint. He was one who kept the village together, kept it going even in the face of greatest adversities. Now it appears suddenly that everything is so vulnerable.<br />Although the life and achievements of such saints are not on the surface for common people to se<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">e</span> and fathom, it definitely requires a mention. He lived in an age of spiritual destitute where the word <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Raam</span> has become a potent communal weapon which the modern demons keeps wielding from time to time. What the weapon kills is not us(Although that too happens) but our faith and to some extent our understanding of relevance of the word. It is, but too natural to shun a word that has become synonymous with bloodbath.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Mahant</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">jee</span>, living in the same age, sought to reignite the dwindling flame. He rose and heard the eternal beat and made his vocal cord recreate the splendour, the bliss in this world. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Ramayan</span> came out of the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Puja</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">ghars</span>" of our village households and the word began being chanted. The milkman, the farmer the rich the poor began to enjoy. I owe what ever little I know of the epic to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Mahant</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">jee</span>.<br /><br />There is an Old Village song which <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Nanaji</span> explained to me( We heard it from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Bhajan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Mandali</span> that used to sing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Ramayan</span> in several villages)<br /><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Mahua</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Naam</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">ke</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Chuwaybai</span> he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Kalalindh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">banke</span> ho"</em><br /><br />The splendour the Name , I will trickle down to earth . There were other lines which i do not remember from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">original</span>, but it roughly meant..<br /><br />I will make this body a pitcher<br />and contain the splendour,<br />Not only will I get drunk but will entice million others to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">nectar</span><br />And together will forget all our religions all our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">dharma</span><br /><br />My Last <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Pranam</span> to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Mahayogi</span>. </div>Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-1865321003372972532008-05-17T10:11:00.000-07:002008-05-17T10:56:00.110-07:00Physics has been my childhood fantasy, probably one of the few things that could capture my imagination.I spent numerous summer days dreaming of Harnessing the Unified field theory,Einstein's unrealized dream. I do not know why but of all the prevalent scientific challenges Unified field theory was probably something I could relate to. Probably only because the two forces yet to be unified - Gravitational and Electromagnetic were already introduced to me as a kid.<br /><br />Today the childhood fantasy just remains a distant dream. Probably not even a dream now. I have happily reconciled to my fate and settled down as bright and capable resource in the service industry. No its not exactly that boring, I started my own company that provides CRM solutions to its customers. With a degree from IIT, owning a company thats doing decently well things seem to be looking up.If someone was to ask me, what exactly I did I would pull out an endless list of Jargons (CRM, strategy, BI, Information based strategy etc) that I have skillfully acquired in the last four years of my career. I will put forward neatly constructed sentences, skillfully using terms that are beyond listeners comprehension. The listener will have no choice but to acknowledge that I must be doing something substantial. If I really take a pause and ask myself the same question, I would say, I help some American companies implement a software which they think is good for their business. <br />And we are doing that real well, at least thats what our clients say - never mind that this "Doing Well" means killing our weekends so that they can enjoy theirs never mind that Christmas is a week long affair for you and Diwali a quick fun only after special permission from the clients.<br /><br />Fine thats the way things are these days and I do not intend to be a revolutionary. I am OK with it as long as it does not cross limits. Probably by the time it crosses limits my definition of limits will have shrunk further to ensure 100 % client satisfaction. I was just feeling a little nostalgic about the childhood dream, about physics. How good would it have been if I was actually doing something substantial, something I could really be proud of, something like harnessing the unified field theory.<br /><br />Actually it was raining outside and the lightning was pronounced enough to catch the attention of my eyes,which has stopped looking at useless things these days. It was lightning hard and was a bit frightening. Almost fell like a power show of the mighty electron. I could not help getting transported to the Old dream world of the Unified field theory.<br /><br /><br />Charge and mass are the root cause of Electromagnetic and Gravitational forces. If some one was to ask me if I understood them, I would have said - Yes Of course. I think I do understand Mass better than charge. <br /><br /><br />Mass, thats a simple concept. Everything material possesses it, thats why a thing appear heavy, thats why gravity pulls it down. If someone was to Mass, the first Idea that would come to my mind would be a Heavy Ball a kind of big ball that we can point out and say this thing has a lot of mass. If I think further I would think of a fat woman maybe or a weighing machine.Thats what mass is to me it is the reason why things are heavier, things are difficult to push. A body with more mass is "Massive" and the ones with less mass is not quite as massive.<br />Well Well, I know I not quite there, these are probably effects of mass and not mass actually. What is mass ? Where does it exactly exist in a massive body. May be its just a mental formulation to explain a few natural phenomenon.<br /><br />Well will ahve to take a deeper look into it again.Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14548255998579071.post-17793691666922726712008-01-07T09:10:00.000-08:002008-01-07T09:33:00.538-08:00ChangeThe sun sets in earlier than usual these days. By the time you are able to take cognizance of the day, it starts to wane and another long chilly night approaches. I remember not so long ago nights just seemed to be a passing phase, a filler between two days. Not anymore. The days now do not appear anything more than a chased helpless existence chased by a receding night just to fall prey to the advent of another one. It is not unusual to shrug it off as a random distraction of a disturbed mind. Yes, it is definitely not a phenomenon to be worried about. Its a periodic wheeling of time that keeps repeating seasons. The helpless winter days will soon grow and challenge nights by the advent of spring. Very soon after it will again seem all powerful and a little ruthless when it makes its existence felt its fiery touch. Its puissant limbs too shall swoon and a diminutive push of time will throw it back to the mercy of the cold foggy nights. I know that it is natural and always happens. It is called change. Change? If it changes continuously how do we know for sure that the receding winter will herald a beautiful spring. "Seems like you do not understand it well enough". My rational mind seems to tell with a hint of rebuke. "Its a periodic change".<br />Ok Alright!!!<br />Its a periodic change.<br />The idea seems to have a phenomenally satisfying impact. Its a change that repeats.I still do not completely understand. If it is a change how can it repeat? If it repeats that means it has not changed. If it has changed it cannot repeat. Either There is no change, the seasons are static the time does not pass or the time passes and there are no<br />seasons.<br /><br />"Well a thoughtless buttering.....random meaningless thoughts".. <br />cautions my rational mind again.Kunalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687179064266158266noreply@blogger.com1