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WTF ever, the boredom of Peace

you stare into the empty sky,
move as a spaceship into intergalactic space
on the same path your ride has been taking for times immemorial,
not the same vectors, never the same coordinates
you remain clueless still
you have tried everything, yet remain inconsequential, uninspired
the emptiness of your mind trying to find a reason, a motivation
whoever said an idle-mind is a devil's workshop
it is demonic by its own merit,
Confusion is even better
when your only objective is to survive, get noticed,
you tend to lose focus,
you pretend, you enact, try to inculcate characteristics of other people,
oh yes there was an inspiration for this flow of thought,
howl! howl! howl!
you want to strain., yet you rather sleep,
you want to be exhausted, and u realise you already are
so difficult to move a limb, without frowning at the prospect of change
its so easy to just have it all there with you
its so easy to pretend and convince
In there lies an aptitude of mine i need to recognize someday
you have amnesia of things you know , that you know.
frustrating to carry on,
painful to maintain,
what is wrong?
the answer lies in realising what is right!
they are not always opposites
unfortunately opposites don't attract all the time, if they did,
this previous line wouldnt exist.
sex, violence, luxury .
i never had a consistent pattern of being
what about this consistency then, in the aforementioned lines?
not that... but yes including them and much more
who does?
but i need it.
i have always always just walked through stuff... pretending to work hard with the loudness of my existence
easy to convince, there is always a way
but so fucking difficult to do it to your own self
here i am , destroying the one the one thing i might still have intact
my health, Blowing it away into the smoke of oblivion
I want something new, something different, something cool, somebody's attention
many'body's attention
want it all, and want none
had plans always, stumbled though to put one into practice the way it was conceived
want colors,  want to become someone, i don't know who or what
is it still me
yes i guess...
its just dawned upon me; my inconsequential survival,
attested by the starry skies
its always the way i talk.
trying to fit in
doesn't always work
becomes frustrating
emulating the different aspects of the 'reel' world
when do i leave
when do i return
when do i start being what i may love to be
these plaguing thoughts immerse me into a sea which is so calm that you almost don't want to make an effort to even float
i like to reason, to defend myself
muster all my IQ to conjure or to recollect precedents
was i too late to be born
some people are said to have had thoughts much ahead of their time
i have thoughts which are prehistoric
i should have been born during the age of discovery, the raw unformed period of human history
i should live , live long and an able life,
to do stuff, i might want to do, i might have thought of doing
i need my childhood, i need to remember it, try to find myself in that process,
try to find where it went wrong
or is it
is it too late
corny corny blah blah typical blah blah fuck my vocabulary
stereotype full stop

The SPARK

It was Quiet cloudy Weekday afternoon, me and my friend were driving down the china valley road towards end point on two bikes, an auto Charging up slope ( i seriously dont know how it managed to do that on that planet cafe road) ALMOST rammed into the back of my friend's bike. Pay attention "almost". my friend got infuriated and without losing his calm, or after controlling his Urge to use Profane words (which are the usual norm in such a situation), shouted at the driver " abey dekhake nahi chalate kya?" ( cant u see and drive)
That's it, the auto driver stopped his auto ( so did my friend) and got oout of it and started blaming my friend for the accident which almost Happened
His defence " ye road hamara hain, hamara main road hain, tum dekhke chalao" ( this is our main road, u should look carefully and drive)
Unfortunately neither mine nor my friend's sagaciousness would have forseen what was to come!
Coincidentally there was an auto stand right in front of this place. In a minute 20-30 autowalas surrounded my friend "THE CULPRIT" and me  ( by then i came next to him and tried to ahem... i really dont know) and started shouting at us, while the Auto Driver " THE OWNER OF THAT ROAD" quietly managed to fleefrom the situation in his auto.
My friend was not allowed to take his bike from the center of the road to the side , his keys were tried to be snatched and auto drivers tried to put their feet under the vehicle's tyres so that he couldn't move it.
somehow we managed to grab onto the keys and my friend took the bike over an auto driver's feet (after which they made way) and parked his vehicle to the side.
Finally few auto driver's raised their hand to hit my friend after which we both thought "dude, if this guy hits us, we have too much of self respect not to hit back, and if we do hit back, we are going to get beaten up royally"
, which is when i took out my phone and dialled 100 just hoping the police would soon come there diffuse the situation and get these GOONDA auto drivers to justice.
 the phone rang, was picked up immediately by some operator " yes, this is the Mangalore Police Control Room" , for a second my mind stopped working, WHAT THE F+$%, i gathered my thoughts and asked him to connect me to the manipal or udupi police control room. then he ASKED me to Hold the line (BAckground: i could hear and see the continuation of the argument, which now had changed to "how dare you call the police" ), came back and started narrating me the phone number of the manipal police station, 0820 257...blah blah blah... as if i would remember it in that situation. i said thank you and hung up the phone.


By then the leader of the auto union, came started talking sense into few of the auto drivers, who were just there for the heck of it, and everyone started dispersing.
His argument " kuch hua nahi na, jao" ( nothing happened right, go away)
we replied " kuch hua nahi, isiliye yahan pe hain, nahi toh Trauma Emergency main hote, accident ke vajah se ya tum logon ke union ke maar se" ( nothing happened, hence this whole situation, if something did happen, we would have been in the trauma center, either due to the accident or due to the wounds which would have been inflicted by your ROWDY auto drivers)



Then when we thought that everything is over, few auto drivers come up to me and my friend and threaten us  " ab toh chod diya, kahan rehto ho pata hain, baad main dekh lenge" ( we've left you guys now, we know where you live, we shall meet soon)

We fortunately had a pack of cigarettes with us, went to our room, got out into the balcony, disappointed, lost, clueless, inexplicably infuriated by the events which just happened.

 We were outnumbered, bullied, humiliated in the middle of the place which we called home for the past 5 years. on the same god damned road, where the associate dean of kmc, vice chancellor and chancellor of manipal university reside.

despite this we knew one thing "To take these auto walas down, crush them, make them repent their sins, yes, uproot the evil which has empowered them to be a Gang in a closed community of Manipal, the student village of India, our beloved Manipal ", <cough> <cough> , the last drag from the cigarette....

Poem :)

Middle Earth , Where Art thou,
Where Surviving, was the only exam
Listening to the Plaintive tunes of Wars forgotten
In the Melodies Of The Singing Tree elves,
Immersed In the Scent And Taste Of their Heavenly Bread
Where Sauron and His Puppet Kings were only to fear,
And Not these Mortal Obstacles of Questions aNd Answers,
And Not the Fear Of Wrath Of HOD's
I Lay Thyself, In Such Horrendous Tragedies,
to Come And To Become

temper temper soaring high!
hey why do you cry?
i know there is this system you want to defy,
but there is nothing now u can do about it,
other than flow with it,
no i am not meaning to pry,
coz i am no spy,
what you need is some fletchery,
to get to your destination without treachery!
And the end of it i know
your arrow
will get to the target without any sorrow

I swear there ain't no condescension
i have a lot on my mind , nothing to relieve my tension
there are maniacal gits trying to disturb my newfound attention,
this i think 's the reason for ma loss of concentration
No i try not to be judgemental,
but people around me r crazy and mental
I wish my workload wasn't exponentially torrential
Is there anyway i can get through this?
what i need is a bag full of tricks
is there anyway i can attain salvation
coz my sincerity is just a pretention
OBG is just another embarrasing orgy
Is there any solution
as this problem has my nil comprehension
No there ain't no condescension

2012, November and december rain

Manipal situated in western ghats, has a tropical weather, continuos incessant rains close to wht happens in the rainforests, the evergreen forsts.
living in manipal, i have to to enjoy and despise the never ending rainfall, have adapted to such a habitat too.
its been 4 long years.
but never have i seen the prolongation of rains into november..;.
today is the 1st of december and guess WHAT...
anyway, i am more of a michael chricton fan when it comes to the concept of global warming.
Hence i have started Imagining on the lines of the mayan concept of end of the worlds...
it says chaos leading to ultimate Armageddon in the year 2012...
politically (i.e manmade) chaos has incread and accelerated from world war 1 to the recent aggression by north korea on the south leadin to massive tensions in that region, ofcourse the war on terror
and pre existing tensions in the indian subcontinent..
the weather too has been more on the rough side since a past few years...
now this november rain has forced me to think on lines of 2012 being the end of the world...
COOL
so i have an idea...
lets all go to the himalayas... start traing from now... in terms of increasing ur tolerance to high altitudes, plus stamina...blah blah... learn to swim for looooong distances and stay afloat for long hours, try to live on a minumum diet, so tht ur body adapt to long days of starvation...
ultimatley after all this confirm the date of armageddon, from a few days before tht go to nepal become friends with some trekking enthusiatic sherpas... they will be ur friends for the future...fo those who r single try finding a hot nepali chick to climb with u to mt. everest... remember This is All for the propogation of Human species.
anyway after al this make sure you buy a paraglider, one each for all those who r trekking along with u... make sure u plan ur trek or ascent to the peak, mt.everest so tht u reach its summit on the day of armegeddon.... stay there.. yea ofcourse carry lots of food... Beforwe tht i forgot to mention one thing,,,, make sure u train some donkeys along with u for this adventure from now on, coz
u may need them to carry ur supplies.
anyway so stay there..
To Be Continued