A moment's sovereignity

This is your day..this sun shines for you, to fill your heart with warmth..hours go calculatedly to manage things in the best manner...this breeze is for you to delicately whisper the best wishes for you...this sky is for you to fly majestically...this cosmos is for you; you are its king.

A little question

The mountain eagle flying in splendor and ecstasy. Its unquenchable tempests creating airy firmament. But does this fraction of reality possess anything good for the prey as well?

Inclusiveness

Bright smiles, colorful saris, spirits doused in devotional chants of "Hare Rama Hare Krishna'. It seems so good to see ones own cultural colour on foreigners' skin. Russian soldiers signing 'Mera joota hai Japani....sar pe lal topi rusi...' A young Chinese singer crooning "Tujhme rabb dikhta hai' in a reality show in China. A British wedding making a global-cultural mark with the groom, bride and guests gyrating to the beats of 'Salaam Namaste'. Well this is a beautiful small world with cross-cultural mixing. Why make it big, compartmentalized with racial, religious, cultural and ethnic differences? Life becomes far too beautiful when we accept, assimilate, integrate and reciprocate. Differences melt. Insecurities go away. We have one sun, same moon and the same starry roof over our heads. Why then some forces are madly dividing the world? Let there be integration. Or will it take a common enemy, some alien species, from far of space to invade us to make us realize it's just a very small beautiful planet buzzing with just humans?

Dostoevsky's Gambler

Conceptualized set of sins and vices! Too hypothetical concepts to tame the basic instincts in humans! A vice is not a vice everywhere. A so called 'vice' with larger motivation loses its dark shades. Without a supportive chorus in the background it again becomes a loathsome act in abstract. But there is hardly anything in total abstractness, except in pages of books and brains revising these for oneupmanship to win a point. Reality is too muddled up. There is hardly any vice that goes totally unjustified. Read Dostoevsky's Gambler. It treats gambling as a viceful and then not viceful art driven by pure psychosis of a helpless heart mad after chancy windfalls of win and even loss and even beyond.

Love your chains

We can fly and rise higher only if we are tied to certain responsibilities and commitments; our freedom-lorn spirit tamed to an extent by social conventions, individual values, family setup, the sweet-sour tides in our offices, etc. But most of the time we find it as a drag on our real enjoyment of life. We just feel how great life would be without all such traditional stuff. But guys tell me, can a stringless kite fly?The kite flies because there is a string pulling it to higher skies. It also tries to negate the limitations set up by the string. It shakes its head in negation. OK! What happens when its dream to be string-free become true. It just takes a few ecstatic circles in air and falls onto the ground. Those free dives of its dreams prove to be its death dives. We are the stringed kites fella. We fly and rise high only because our destructive passions and traits are tamed and tied by a string. So love your commitments, your responsibilities, and your struggles for small small things in life