Those Eyes...

Showered confetti
Glittered skies
Enigmatic blueness
All in those eyes

Sparkling and stunning
Feels like the stars
Have come sheltered in here
All in those eyes

Resonating voices
These eyes does convey
Turning stone in to water
And night in to day

Deep and sultry
Filled with eternal serum
Casting a Spell
Which is more than welcome
All in those eyes

Showstopping lights
Like a neverending gale
Why is such beauty
Like a fairy tale?

Losing all senses
Drifting without control
I try to focus
But my mind is on a roll

Tryst with fate it might be
Or might be a lucky day
But whatever be the cause
I'm still reeling away

Alone to Be

There was this grim silence once again. The music was going on, as usual, but still that time marked an unfortunate event. “Hey dude… Come on one more peg!! You can do it! Come on T-Man!”
It was a deafening silence. The walls around were so far apart, yet the feeling of Claustrophobia crept in like the venom of a freshly bit Snake Wound, right up to the Skull. Smiles were all around, and people were rejoicing. Yet, something was missing, something deep inside, something which cannot be fathomed. Ok clear it. Put it aside. There are people who do not attain happiness even close to what you are getting right now. Feel lucky. Have a peg.
Drinking was never the forte. It never took away pain or grief like everyone said so. It just made the brain work less and it made the grief shoot up now and then spontaneously like horror movies which give Heart Attacks. Closing the eyes does not help too. It makes everything go round and round, like a merry-go-round. The thought of messing up the self-image by behaving out of place keeps the freedom inside a hard shelled cocoon, never letting it out. Drinking has been happier, when there are times which cannot be forgotten. With special people, when one knows that no matter how stupefying the behavior turns out to be, everything is taken in as a part of the game. Love that stuff. But with brethren, it’s all about keeping that Leo Pride intact, that kingly presence. Bullshit.
Sometimes life fosters questions, why and why again. Treading on the career path, getting things which are socially optimum, and winning the smiles and applauds of so many people you don’t even care about. How about doing something you would want to do? How about trying to be someone you wanted to be? No. It’s always about society, isn’t it? Getting good marks, having that productive life ahead; But what about something which the heart seeks, something which can stop this whole rat-race nonsense. Why go abroad when there is a strong reason to stay back? Why become a dog?
If life spells happiness in these things, then it is a sorry state of affairs, and deserves condemning. Success is nothing unless there is sharing and caring. Unless there are opportunities where one can just do weird stuff to make him smile and make the people around him smile along. And rightly said so, behind every successful man, there is an entity. This entity completes the circle of life. It creates joy, and abolishes grief. That is what people run after day after day, like a butterfly catcher. Never there. Never with. Never together.
Leos are weak. Whoever said that they are kings of the jungle. Below that crown lies a hollow skull, full of insecurity and woe. Damn those Astrological gurus. In the end, the tail is all that is left. A monkey is what stares from the mirror. Inside a cage, the monkey needs to be let loose. To hell with the lion, jumping from tree to tree is much more fun. If only there was a deal with the devil. But they say, waiting can beckon happiness. Alone to be, patiently. Like a Stone.

I'm all Surrounded

Morning comes too Early
And Night Time falls too Late
And sometimes all I want to do is Wait
The Shadows I've been hiding in
Has fled from me today...

I know its easier
To walk away
Than look you in the Eyes
But a time will Rise
When I shall Shelter you
From the Skies
And here beneath the Stars tonight I lie
You will slowly yield the Light
As I awaken from my Longest Night...

Dreams are shaken
Setting Sirens
Waking up my tired eyes
With the light of your memories
All rushing into my Head...

By the window stands a Mirror
Of my heart in which she dances
She was dancing through the night
Above my bed...

With one hand through the Window
I Close the Shutters
All against the Wind
And from a distant tower I hear you call
'Let light surround you'

It's been a long, long time
I've had a while to think it over
In the end I only see the change
From Light to dark
Dark to light
Light to dark
Dark to light...

Heaven must be more than this
When angels wake me with a Kiss
When sacred hearts won't give the pain
To me make me happy all again...

I stand before the window
The shadow slowly fading
From the Wall
And from a distant tower I hear you call
'Let light surround you'

Once lost but I was found
When I heard the glass shatter all around me
I sent your spirit tumbling down the hill
But I will hold this one on now inside me still
This Spirit whispers words to clear my mind
I once could see but now at last I'm Blind...
I'm Content...

I know its easier
To walk away
Than look you in the Eyes
But I had given
All than I can take
And now I've only habits left to Break
Tonight I'll still be lying here surrounded
In all your light

Conceiving You...

I've been wanting you for so long
You reach up my senses and make your form
These feelings make me repel away from you
Away from you...

I've been watching you
Not waiting, for the right moment to make the first move
Do you want to know
Why I keep avoiding your eyes?
And why I'm running away?
Its Crazy... I know

You make me realize my true color
The bleak form and the perishing conscience
And then off comes the wind
And blows me away from you...
Away from you...

Or maybe I am Destined to be Alone
Or maybe there is someone who will understand
That I'm not able to share my world
I'm still running away
Its Crazy... I know

I've been Conceiving You
For too Long
If only I could change the things around...

Occam's Razor

"Simplicity is the Ultimate Sophistication"

Follow the Pied Piper, follow him to your death
In this World the Rat Race Consumes you
Instigated by the world, by the esoteric powers
Miniscule miracle, it ceases to exist

Looking up to the sky, the rain blurring the eyes
The piercing and impaling, the merciless dismay
Walking like a machine, what we all have turned to
We are blinded by the light, blinded by the light

Break the shackles, free yourself from the clutches of life
Follow the law of parsimony, soon you shall arrive
This world needs no extra, no extra deeds or might
Occam's Razor is the key, for your reason and right

Jaded is the feeling, the feeling of respite
When people run around you, feeling nothing but sheer hate
Pain absorbs the energies, of peace and content in life
All the extra work we do, it kills us with their knife

"Show me the path, show me the road to light"
"Help me duel with the system, and triumph against it"
"This prayer I seek the answer, with my last breath nearing"
"I am the dreaded victim, I am the Social Man"

Break the shackles, free yourself from the clutches of life
Follow the law of parsimony, soon you shall arrive
This world needs no extra, no extra deeds or might
Occam's Razor is the key, for your reason and right

..........

When we need not do the unnecessary
When we lead the life is joy
When we jump ahead of the others
When we reason for no choice

When we do what is necessary
The question is answered
The life needs no extra
Simplicity is what it asks

Break the shackles, free yourself from the clutches of life
Follow the law of parsimony, soon you shall arrive
This world needs no extra, no extra deeds or might
Occam's Razor is the key, for your reason and right

Live your life with harmony, embrace the simple life
Follow the law of parsimony, soon you shall arrive
This world needs simplicity, complex thoughts discarded
Occam's Razor is the key, for your reason and right
For your Reason and Right

..........

Dreams left Unanswered - Consumerism in the Indian Education System

Money is not everything. Although it does make up for a hell lot of things people want, still it is not everything. The trends of consumerism can also be seen in the Indian Education System. If the system boasts to be a myriad of opportunities, it needs a slap on its face right away.

Childhood fosters learning, learning fosters knowledge and knowledge fosters temptation. In this chain, a person often forgets what he aspires to be during his sunshine days. A Fighter Pilot, a Scientist, a Painter, a Guitarist or a Cricket Player, everything just disappears into dust under the immense pressure of Social Duty. The chronological Phenomenon in the Indian Education System is also noteworthy.

A kid joins school, and ever since then, is under pressure to perform academically. He is trialled and tested every now and then to prove to the Society how good or how bad he is. He needs to carry a heavy bag, sometimes almost half his weight, filled with books to school, and is expected to excel in all that. After the board exams, he is expected to take the "best" Course of Action, the "best" being decided as to what the academically brilliant co-students are pursuing or what the general crowd perceives to be marvelous. Consumerism comes into the picture in all this. Starting from the Parent's decision to provide quality education to their Child to the Child deciding what Stream to pursue after his 10th boards, in this case generally following what everyone looks up to - be it a Science or Commerce Stream in the Best Institute Possible. The extreme exposures from Social Pressure and Heavy Responsibilities loaded on the Child's shoulders forces him to take a decision beyond his Childhood aspirations. This is the step when the Fighter Pilot or the Cricket Player dies. And comes up a Potential Engineer or a Doctor or a CA.

Why is society so Skewed in this regard? Why can't every individual pursue what he dreams of becoming? In fact, a person would give his 100% effort for the Society if he is put in a place where he can openly declare that what he is doing is completely independent of any force-feeding or social duties. By social duty, it means the glimpses of the so called "successful career path" which is constantly bombarded upon the individual to force him and make him believe that there is just one path for him to reach Social Happiness and attain a Successful Life. This is how success is defined in the Indian context. And it is a pity.

When it comes to MBA, fifteen years back, majority of the Children would never in fact, think that he or she would end up being a Business Manager. Nobody does. But the Skewed society is such that it forces its self-made definition of a successful path into the human brain that everybody, by the time he or she reaches the 12th standard, or is pursuing Graduation, thinks that MBA (or a similar Master degree) is the only way towards salvation, towards eternal success. People spend ages to get into an MBA institute, blindly believing that this route will provide success for the individual. But financial independence is not the only goal which defines success. Has anyone thought that when he or she sits on a chair, controlling a huge enterprise, he would be completely satisfied and happy with the work he is doing? Wouldn't he rather be controlling a spaceship and traveling through asteroids and visiting alien planets?

Consumerism in the Education perspective has made life a sorry state in India. The West holds a host of opportunities for kids out there, who are allowed to choose anything they desire, without anyone questioning their choices or laughing at their decisions. Theology, Philosophy, Genetic Research, Photographer, Painter, Guitarist, Singer, whatever the person aspires to be can be achieved. I'm not saying it is IMPOSSIBLE here in our country. But one who dares to tread in those paths often are victims of Social Mockery and being labeled as Inferior. The society who indulges in such acts of Negative Reinforcements against such interesting career paths needs to be incinerated, i believe. Because every individual is born for a purpose, a reason. And if, under the pressures of society, he changes his course and becomes a money-minting machine, then God save the World.

Behaviors of the Consumed

Eats. Muriel really eats. She devours tons and tons of food before anyone even realizes this inhumane behavior of hers. Behavior of the primitive, the paranoid, the obese. And then she lets go of her attire. Which is of course, a part of her act, and she smiles in glee and the audience applauds. The curtain falls.

Muriel is a stage performer. She has just performed the role of a bloating female Ogre. During the encore, she is applauded for her witty acts of eating half burnt rodent meat at incredible speed. She is 32, and weighs over 70 kilograms. They generally pay her a lot of money for her acting skills.

Regardless of who we are via Genesis, the acts and strange things which we do define us more than our Surnames. You can call it a Semiotic Perspective, the likes which would make our existence obsolete without associating ourselves with things we eat, things we drive or things we spray around. There would be a time soon when we would have Brand names instead of Surnames, which would justify our states better.

In a world full of advice, people gasp for breath against this huge tsunami of Advertisements falling every hour on our small heads. Buy this, don’t buy this, throw this, don’t throw this, each and every message coming through our senses turn out to be advices and advices. The human character is no more. We are driven everyday by someone else, or something else. I am not being cynical about this, because whatever said and done, it is all cumulating up as fun inside of us. But to think of this fact that every decision we make has so many propellers behind it, some being thrust on by people we don’t even know or care. Advertisements rule the world, Marketing has overtaken freewill.

Consumers are shoved into this Perceptive Reality called satisfaction through consumption. Each and every consumer thinks he is independent and powerful enough and is leading his life like an emperor. But the fact of the matter is that for every satisfaction we thrive for, is not inherent. It is all planted and set up by repetitive exposure of advices and temptations. Which are in turn engineered by Companies for fooling the consumers into thinking that he needs this stuff so bad that he must buy it.

The instance of Muriel as an actor shows the essence of a script, which leads a normal human being to become a voracious ugly creature, just at the instruction of the writer and director. Applying the same framework to the real life outside the stage, it’s the same jaded picture. The Advertisements and the constant AIDA algorithm replace the Direction and Script, and the everyday consumer replaces the actor.

There might be millions of counter-arguments to this post, but on careful assessment, once can evaluate every action of every individual to be inspired or instigated by something or someone. Advertisements and Marketing communication act as the instigator more than the inspirer, since there are a lot of things which a man may discard away from his everyday life, and not suffer consequences (watching a movie, for instance) at all. But the force of persuasion bestowed by the Advertising Virus has eaten it all. Eaten the independent human decision. Eaten more than what Ogre Muriel has ever eaten in her entire life. All of it...