Me Myself and the crazy world

Although I don't quite have any liking for gore, still sometimes wishing for a chill in the spine I surf over to Ranjit K. Nair's blogs on infy network... This one was about a cop who had made himself emotionless by believing in emotions as simple electrical and chemical changes, still when confronted with imminent death, even he was broken... The story was written with simple motive of entertainment using the channel of human lust for his hidden animal instincts, still there was more to it what I saw... Relating this to a chapter in Richard Bach's Illusions, where the messiah tells the writer that all life is simply bluff, simply like a motion picture and that if we rise above that there can be no pain, sorrow etc. Similar are the teachings of many of our scriptures, which teach us to rise above what's mundane. Well appears that the cop in Ranjit's story was nowhere less than some great seer of olden times to have controlled his emotions and his path appears too

Long back I heard these line in a not so famed movie... Jurassic Park III.... something like this: There are astronomers and there are astronauts, both doing the same work. Astronomers, however, tend to look at the stars from their domain of security, but unlike astronauts, they never get to see the real thing.... I was posed with a similar question on a recent trek to a petit hill fort (petit from my viewpoint of hugeness)... "अंग्रेज अजीब होते हैं, कभी भी कहीं भी बोरिया बिस्तर उठाया और चल पड़े, ऐसे ही पहाडों पे climb हैं ... "... All adventure, all adrenaline seems wierd to some and those are the very people who question why does other crave for such things... I remember above lines at such times... Until and unless this questioning mob experiences the real thing, noone can explain why? On this trek, though I called it petit, I had people with me, who looked up at the mountain, at the top and wondered how high it was, how will they reach it, whether they will or not? They wo

For long I had just nothing to write about , so much tribulation existed that nothing could find its way out. Just then I was enthrusted to look around me , by a friend. I was asked to shift from monochrome to 128 bit world... Though always had had difficulty identifying colors, not because I cannot distinguish them, but because I could always devise a way to confuse purple with blue and a zillion other such combinations. Still in the midst of such confusion, what is there that I rejoice in this multicolored world? What would I miss if it all went black and white? Only one word defines it all, lots. And now if I try to define this. lots, I just dunno what this lots mean. Same as it happens with colors, they infuse meaning, clarity, depth and a lot more than that can be penned down; I can see better around once this black and white cocoon is shatered by illuminated colors, even though I might not be able to identify them any better... Its just these colors that are capable of spea

This one from my other blog page thats going down from now on... Reading Richard Bach, for quite some time now, and he just jettisons me into new horizons of the unknown. Reading him in his memoirs I realized that he was being too haughty when he writes that after a flight he looks down on mere mortals crawling on the highway, with a feeling of pity for them "did you just win over a battle against imminent death, did you rise triumphant over strong cross winds flying majestically over the mob?". Somehow I find myself against him for the first time.And the next moment I was standing on the roof of my building, looking around in the void, with no purpose at all binoculars on my eyes...and distant hillocks of Pune called me to them, and lo!!! I rise to conquer them as I have a zillion times now...In 15 minutes I was on top, in the lap of nature...Spent 3 whole hours, doing what?, and then returned. Still cant explain what drove me to take a different path down than usual, a path