To Smell Freedom!

Every trip has a purpose for sure and if given a chance to win this one, I’m going to do the tickets so much justice by being with the people I love, from whom I’ve been separated from for so long … I’m going to be one with the city, with the people and with my heart and soul… I want this so bad !

Delhi’s a rush; it’s a literal mind blowing swift city where if you don’t stop and look, you can’t see or smell the sunshine, the black tar on the roads or the excitement in the air. The nip and chill persists, a big smile plasters itself on my face and I am able to smell freedom every time someone utters the word: Dilli.

I can’t believe I’ve waited for seventeen years to visualize and take in all the grandeur of the capital of our country. Waited so long, but it’s been more than worth it.

Driving around the power areas, I could feel the politics brewing in my blood; I could feel my history texts coming alive; I could feel all the culture like as if it was happening in front of my eyes, to me! It intimidates you, the beauty of its past.

My aim was one: To absorb into myself, the opulence and brilliance of the lush and rich all around me;

To delve into the lives of my loved ones, and to feel what they felt like, growing up in Dilli.

It made my adrenaline feel juvenile.

To visit every street, to stop and stare at the passers by,

To enjoy the cool metro rides, to be alone and feel wonderful.

My freedom consisted of all that and much more.

Getting lost in Connaught Place, admiring old forts and monuments with more wonder and awe than foreigners,

to feel the heat and to shudder in the breeze and chill,

to roam the nights and devour street food and fudge alike.

The vibrance emanating from the city made me feel like I was made for it, and I cannot wait to visit again.

Most of all, being united with that part of my soul again, something only this city can help me achieve. Something, I’ve been longing for, for the last seventeen years of my life..

And the best part? When I awoke from my slumber the next morning back in my bed, I saw my boarding pass on my dark table: Proof that I’d spent my dream waking life

x EdgyShark x

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Mary Jane And The Green Fairy

I haven’t written in the longest time, not because of a lack of things to write about, but because of all the madness that has been persisting in the environment around me. I’ve had the time of my life in the last few weeks. Pertaining to the above mentioned title, and otherwise

My birthday couldn’t have gotten any better than what it was. And I feel lucky, and I feel like the only eighteen year old to have ever had such a grand time. Not a lame club dance that lasted for a few hours, not some pseudo drinking getting high, no new gadgets as presents to scream and show off.

 

But a wonderful week away to a city, from the people I love, to the people I love. And there, I met MJ. As well as her Indian counterpart, locked away in the confines of a very familiar and sexy Beatles case

Winter wonderland, truly. And I can rightly say, I started the year with a bang-bang-pow And it can only keep getting better. After all, it’s your perception of how things should be. If you’re unhappy, you make everything around you seem that way. So keep your head cool, that’s probably why the calendar year starts in the snow.

And otherwise, every year is a new year anyway.

x EdgyShark x

God Is An Entrepreneur

Did you know that long ago, somewhere on the same land that you now tread on, a bunch of rivals got together and decided to create something new, and give something to people? One man stated a theory, another based the same in his language, and a third went on to become a legend like the rest of them.

What they did was simple. Preach a theory to the lesser educated, and create philosophical views and tales that gave people food for thought; because bread was a scarcity back then.

It was a task simple enough; they gave birth to words in the dictionary as we see them today. They made their own religion, profanity, faith and belief and got the rest of the population to follow what they wanted.

Their names were Jesus, Shiv, Allah and the likes.

A billion or more years later, another bunch of people began giving birth to a new kind of belief and faith. They gave rise to technology which slowly gripped the edges of the earth and encircled it through and through. They walked the streets and launched their products, and people willingly listened and bought without any reluctance.

Their names ranged far and wide from Bell and Ramanujan to Gates and Zuckerberg. They created widespread interest in a different kind of religion and at the same time so did others like Floyd and Gandhi.

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You know why they created something of their own? Because they didn’t want to follow merely what was going on without giving it any thought. How can you claim that something someone created a zillion years ago, forms the basis of your existence today? Isn’t it your turn to voice your opinion and form your own chain of thought? You do not require an agreement in tandem with your thought process from one fourth of the society that you live in. What you want to create will be your own, and if you have the power and strength to go on with it, those who are not able to, will eventually follow your line of thought in this lifetime.

Motivate them to make something of their own except for rattling out words laid down in the scripts. Those texts are there to provide your mind with some feeder, not glue.

It’s up to you.

If they are Gods, so can you be one.

x EdgyShark x

Chessboard of Divine Fantasies

Have you ever wondered how a chess board might be something that depicts life in its true form? The various pieces form a part of the world, and it doesn’t matter what day or age we survive in. The fair get the first chance and apartheid prevails. Each piece moves well, protecting itself from the war waging in front of it, and at the same time, trying to please everything else around it.

Two colors, two sides; a contradiction. Like matter and antimatter.

Because everything has an opposition, another side to it.

The King standing high and mighty, guarded by everyone else, will do anything to not let himself lose. Much like the princes and kings in the olden days, much like the dominating and powerful that rule the commercial and corporate world today. His Queen looks on as he plays his Pawns and Rookies away, gambling them without a care, in order to keep himself from losing the battle.

He tries to then absolve himself of his sins by making his subordinates pay for his wrongs. Criminal acts committed by virtue of being a source of mere repentance. An actor on the stage, living in a world of pretense and false joy. He believes in something, yet stands ground on the color of the cause of the revolution.

The Queen doesn’t utter a word. She knows that she is but another jewel in her King’s crown. Afraid to let loose her voice and ask for a change, she goes on as he wants her to, knowing fully well that his mind isn’t even with her. He is in the cave, amusing himself with material aspects, yet she holds on because she knows that at the end of the day, he will come back to her; either dead or alive.

The Rooks form a different form of humanity altogether. Many of them involved with the all mighty, waiting to be given special orders to carry out. Wandering the alleys at night with one hand on their pistols, they will do anything to survive because they know that they are the King’s right hand men, and they will be treated with care come what may.

The King so humble during the day with his subjects;

The same King “holier” by night.

One wrong move could put them in his bad books and be the end of them. What happens then to their families who live by with false notions of them providing justice to the world with professions that have a service motive?

The Bishop believes in the power of religion and has made many attempts to convert all those around him into believing the same. He has been through this ordeal throughout his life. Yet, standing on that alternate square, he makes his own moves, and with every move he thinks to himself whether he is doing right, or not quite right at all.

That same Bishop, a moral example for society on the outside. On the inside, he is simply a man trying to get God to forgive him for all the sins that he has knowingly and secretively committed. For being a Bishop has given him his sense of power. His fellow beings view him as a component of God, worship him, listen to him.

And he, by night, blends into them. He creeps into the depth of the night and gives in to all that he is against. A hypocrite, like all the others.

The Knight has sworn his allegiance to the powers around him. He has taken it in his stride that it is his duty to protect everyone. Yet, he jumps across the barricades and finishes of whoever he can. No, it doesn’t matter to him who he is killing, as long as he is doing that, he has been promised a standard routine.

The Pawns are  played along in the game like no other. There is no hope for them because they have no choice but to do what they are told to. They have nothing to fall back on, and getting wiped off the board would seem better than to live on a strenuous life without even possessing the basic amenities.

And, an enemy line captured can bring back every other piece but a Pawn. Because who would want the incrementing size of humanity to increase ever more?

Ruthless and fascinating, the stark world we live in, changing with every move of error and brilliancy.

x EdgyShark x

Trumping The Positive

You can only hope that the world you’re living in, is something that you’re actually living. What if everything around you is nothing but a projection of your own subconscious? What if everything that you’re actually living, turns out to be a lie?

But you wouldn’t know, would you? Because it’s the power of the mind, you’re very own subconscious that’s feeding these thoughts into you like a parasite. You can’t resist it, and on another level you do not even want to resist it. It’s playing a trick on you, something for which you might have to pay a very high price for later.

But you can’t stop what it’s doing to you, because on another level, you want it to continue. Because after all, it is but you’re mind and your thoughts that are causing it to do whatever it is that it is doing, thinking about.

Where does reality begin? Is it where the artificial world ends?

Everything is what you think it to be. Projections of your own subconscious, something that is beyond the control of your grasp when you’re awake, but perfectly in tandem with your emotions when you’re in a state of dormancy. It’s ironic, isn’t it? How you’re able to control something better when you’re not doing anything?

At least you think you’re not doing anything, but is that the truth? Who knows what’s happening when your eyes are shut to the world. The world you think you live in.

You think.

But you don’t know for sure.

Every single time a positive emotion takes over your mind, it is bound to take place in reality unless it becomes ill equipped with bouts of negativity. There is no one capable of making you think out what could be even if it is not what is meant to be. What has to happen, will happen. But isn’t that something that you can control?

Water will flow, the sun will shine. Those aren’t things that you can take care of, but are things that could be present in your world. What if I told you there is nothing of that sort in my world? My world where things happen how I want them to.

My world, where whatever I wish takes place. Things I do not even know I wish for, happen. Because even if it is my existence, your existence, you’re thinking about that each and every projection and how it goes about it’s daily routine.

And at the end of the day, when you come back and lie down on your pillow, it’s the time when you don’t think about a single figment of your mind, but what it is that affects you and how it is that affects you. Melts you down, makes you stronger, stranger.

And at that moment, everything seems real, until you fall into a state of bliss again. Not knowing what is going to happen next, or what might have been had you not fallen prey to your own self.

Your greatest enemy, your best friend.

The only thing that you shoudl treat like God, yet you invite foreign particles into your thinking and slowly, with time, fool yourself into believing that you are not the sole entity of your own existence.

It is then that you invite trouble. In order to take the lime light off yourself and not be the center of attention. Gradually and eventually, you begin to treat yourself as the enemy and forget where you commenced. You forget that even though you might not be the most vital aspect of the universe, but you are the single most important thing of your own existence.

And that is all that matters, because who is to say that the others around you are not real but are actually your imagination?

But you will never know that, even when at the last moment, it all comes scathing in a rush to tell you that it’s your last chance to survive in the game.

x EdgyShark x

The Long Walk

I just ran some 2kms back home because there was a weird man following me.

I had to quicken my steps into jogs and finally runs. Next time there’s a demand for cabs, I’m hoping it’ll be followed by a supply too.

x EdgyShark x

Prudence, It Used To Be

It’s possible, I do have the capacity to break into a rant after all this time, AGAIN.

I’d promised all of you that I’d be writing regularly, no matter what part of the world I am in. Although, even if it isn’t safe to say that I’ve burdened with balanced amounts of fun and work, I will have to because no other excuse seems liable enough to fund off parts of my ego to you on this very requited portal.

Mumbai’s been great, and there’s still a week left. What with the racing back home and not sitting down to play interesting board games with the rest of my cousins because of an overload of content writing, dancing the nights away at clubs, chilling (and killing!), it’s been a crazy summer. Yet, a week’s left, and I would bet every rupee that I made, that it’s still going to get better than this.

Well, while we’re still here.

Something I miss out on is the fact that I haven’t been able to go exploring on my own as yet. I’d thought about this sometime back as well, but it just didn’t happen. Maybe this week. If not, then I’m coming back again. I’ve got great ideas waiting to be exploited, a crazy looking hairdo and an exciting atmosphere that sustains the highest levels of astonishment around me.

And nothing could get better than that.

x EdgyShark x

Merci Beaucoup!

YR! My heartiest thanks to you! Although that might sound a little too formal and everything, you have no idea HOW happy you’ve made me with all the news from yesterday! What you did was the most amazing thing anyone’s done for me in a long, long time. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Also, the best deed ever done in all of 2010

Like I said, I don’t forget these little little things, so you’re in my awesome list now, and you’ll receive the eternal-grateful-thank-you-type-priority-dealing with! Because otherwise I would have just been nice to you, as you are so nice yourself

*HAPPY-NESS!*

x EdgyShark x

Don’t Miss Me

You know why you make memories?

So that when you’re not with the people you want to be, you can think about them.

But don’t you think that might make matters worse at times? It depends on how you take it, but then, does it depend on that at all?

x EdgyShark x

Anything But The Butt!

This is some exciting information for all you women out there. Or not!

It just so happens, that if a guy asks you to walk in front of him, especially if you’re walking up the marble staircase, it doesn’t mean that he’s being chivalrous!

Sure, chivalry might not be dead. But the next time your man opens a door for you, or asks you to walk in front on the road, it’s not because he doesn’t want you to die because of that speeding maniac, it’s because he wants to look at … YOUR BUTT!!!

(This is the point where you go “Oooooh!”)

x EdgyShark x