A peek into my brain!

I'm this generation’s greatest outlaw
For I slaughtered sympathy
I am malevolent and
For I destroyed morals
I have crushed all expectation of man
I killed compassion

I grow on the blood of money hungry leeches
I eradicated ethics
I corrupted and maimed lives
I filled hearts with greed and jealousy
I killed goodwill

I lust the failure and decline of others
And built my fortress on their corpses
I murdered kindness
My strength lies in the destruction
Of kinship, trust and duty
I killed ideas and ideals

It was not the evil, cunning, wicked, treacherous, dark oppressor Satan
But it is I who killed morality

You try to stop the evil from spreading
But I have already seeped through the crowd
And My EVIL is more powerful than your desire of harmonious humanity

For I have killed righteousness...
As I am HOPE - FALSE HOPE...

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We keep hoping for things to get done by themselves. We hope for a better planet. We hope for a better country. We hope for a better future. We sit and talk about how our country’s going to the dogs. We blabber about how screwed up the entire scenario of corruption in our country is and we keep shouting about how nothing gets done.

All you get by all this shouting is a headache and lots of frustration and nothing else. What we need to do instead is to take charge. I went to this small meeting (ended up being a heated debate) a week ago about the state of Indian society and its shortfalls at the present moment. All I could see were two groups of apparently bright brains from reputed institutions screaming at each other with one group alleging that all this was either the Britshers’ fault or the Americans’ and the other group blaring out that it is all because of the corrupt nature of Indian politics.

Nowhere was a likeminded discussion on education patterns, knowledge centres or even the basic concepts of bad management of human and other resources all of which happened (and are still occurring) right in front of our eyes.

I have a gazillion friends who got their engineering degrees in Mechanical, Electrical or even Biotechnology and are working for software firms punching in line after line of computer codes.  I am pretty sure that there are more software engineers today, who studied Digital Signal Processing, Integrated Circuits, Thermodynamics and even Genetic Engineering than genuine Comp Science Engineers.

I even have friends who even jumped from Electrical to Computers and then go on to do their MBA in Finance! Talk about career planning!

I may be going WAY OFF track... but yeah, I hope you get my point. What’s the use with all your education when you use none of it? I mean all that hard work, all that talent and ability blown up in smoke just for a new car or a 3BHK apartment that a software job would get you in a year’s time.

Whatever happened to all those who topped universities? What happened to the all those bright prospects that would shape India’s future and make it a developed superpower by 2020? What happened to the dreams of an entire nation? – Well maybe that was all false hope too.

Pretence!

A society that thinks having a job is more important than progress.

A state that thinks Doctors and Engineers are the only two occupations on the planet.

A nation that thinks a bill if passed will mean end of corruption.

A land where morals and ethics were born but there are no humans left to follow them.

A land where a Mahatma asked all humans to live like humans, yet the nation is ruled by monkeys because the voters themselves are worse off.

A world where a country spends billions on finding aliens and extra terrestrial life while the neighbouring country’s citizens die of starvation and famine.

A society where people think donating a rupee will end poverty throughout the world and also cleanse their sins.

A blog where I vent my feelings and thoughts yet outside it I don’t/can’t live a word of what I say/write.

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A wise man once said, "The Pillars of success are Hope and Hard work". The man died though - The pillars fell on him.

Where does hope end and futility begin?

I hope that the pebbles I sowed will reap me mountains.

I do not regret my failures or my mistakes, but I do regret the ugliness in my decisions - The utter lack of imagination and forethought.

The Phoenix... shall rise again?

HOPE – the basis of sorrow, the most potent SIN – remains.

But hoping isn't difficult. It is what you hope for and how you pursue it and follow it that takes courage.

She once told him that she would, if possible, trade the entire chaos of the universe for a moment’s silence with him – and as she was crying her heart out to him, his mind wandered elsewhere.

Later she asked him if he would ever remove her from his heart.

And he instantly said never.

Never - because she was never in it. Never a part of it. Never did he let her in.

It wasn’t her fault. But he never thought it was his either.

She asked him if he would ever forget her.

And he without hesitation said no.

No - because he never remembered her. Never a part of his memories. Never did he memorize her.

He had always been ungrateful. He was filled with emptiness. He left.

Only... she moved on from the sorrow of his leaving to live happily... yet puzzlingly he wanders the streets searching...

Searching not for her... but the source of her happiness that could obliterate the pain of the heartbreak she endured.

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We see life as a sandglass, and all we can think about is the sand. We look at it and think that all we need to do is add more sand from a beach to it... never caring to notice what quality of sand matters and not the quantity of sand.

We always keep thinking about ways to extend time which is never ours to use or abuse, exploiting things for which we have no right to do so. Wandering the globe like nomads, all the while hoping for joy and burying regret.

Does someone have an abundance of pleasure and happiness? I’d gladly pay them all of my sand to buy some.

I've been a inconsistent blogger for some years now, I seem to suffer from something like a writer's block. All the things in my mind just slip away from me in an instant and that's primarily why I blog, so that I can capture them for posterity.

I write when I want and what I want be it 3am or never for months together and it's sort of like a madness. A madness I love and cannot live without.

This blog is an attempt to store and share all my thoughts, opinions and feelings. And also to put them in a way that I learn more about myself.

Watch this space for more...

Cya

Aabhaa

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