God must be crazy and if it’s
not god… who is accountable?…. Phew….. maybe it’s god’s particle. Recently a
cluster of scientists enthusiastically acclaimed exposure of mighty god’s
particle. Maybe they are true or may not be, but it sets up the same
terrestrial phenomenon again, maybe secretly inside hearts at this time. However
beliefs of a scientist can be manipulated. And the upholders and the protestors
of an approved verdict is a terrestrial phenomenon. Meanwhile the Brahm of the
god’s particle remains unnamed.
Only god keeps playing. Life
is a play for people inhabited in comfort zones and more like a resistance for settles
of shooting gallery however who enjoy more remains unenlightened, but when it
comes to concede a defeat, maximum antagonism apparently appears inside
fortunate flank. A life interweaved with play inter alia germinates a plant of blunder,
Seduction to Prevail; a dirty secret of evolution; and this secrete is concealed
in every tissue and each single cell of a living being of this muddy
constellation. And the secret way to conclude this misery is still confined
within few mystic ascetics of this hugger-mugger sphere. And human tilt towards
pushing things out of proportion. And even when we play casually we hardly
imagine a defeat. Kids play because they do their duty and adults play because
they fed up with their duties.
There is definitely something
in renunciation. Modern Indian sinisters and doubles relish themselves to be
called descendants of Chanakya. Chanakya was bigger than life, a man of his
words, who walked his talk. Modern players perhaps got confused with the
subtlety of complex words and started talking their walk instead of walking
their talk.
No matter how hardly Orange tries to become Maroon, he can’t be because he is
only a juncture in a fruit’s lifespan. Bhagwa (Maroon) is religious color of
Indians; a color that burns away the darkness, a genuine indicator of pure
energy, a fire; the same energy that converted a pinpoint into an infinite
universe in less than a millisecond (a hundredth of a second) and all the moons
and starts derived from the same energy.
How could one live a life
king size thinking only moons and starts is also a matter of reflection; it’s
not too late, but too little. Moon has already been conquered and conquering a
star will always been a daydream in extant………………………………
Oops…. I don’t know what
I have written…………………………….. I always feel that the major weapon of an artist or
a writer is his subconscious………………………….. and how to exactly link with it remains
unenlightened at least for me………………………. when thoughts starts infesting, it
pours out…………... and the god's particle inside me persuading me to stop writing right
now and empty the chair by giving me a back pain…..
Think big
Brajesh…….
