MY PERSPECTIVE

I have the terrible malady of speaking my mind. I believe that ,however hard reality is ,you must face up to it. I believe that ,no matter what, you must never shy away from thinking. And I believe that ,as I believe in these things, most people just switch off their minds ,cause what I say makes sense and they don't want to face up to reality.
Their reason for doing so: "you think too much". I say “do you think it makes a difference whether you choose to see or not to see? can you remove the sun by just shutting your eyes? “.Or maybe reality is what you perceive it to be and most are quite happy with a candy floss reality where things are supposed to be rosy and bright and when sorrow comes you don’t even face up to it .Result: depression without knowing why. "Oh but the whole world is doing it”.” So you do it too even without using your head?. It is about using your head anyway.
When I was traveling in a bus, due to my extra long frame ,I was cramped for space. My mind goes like "every person above average in any way has to pay. Be it seats cramping you or taxes when rich or curfews when popular. The other side is, life gives these burdens only to people who have the courage to carry them, who achieve their goal and take the whole world along if needed.

That is how the world moves forward, because we stand on the shoulders of giants. Only that we try to stone them to our size. The burden you have is proportional to your ability. A Washington had the ability to bear the burden of building a nation .Some others can provide employment to few tens of people ,others can sustain their families and so on. So specific work, specific skills. specific level of endurance and character specific responsibility. Next time you shoulder responsibility remember it is given to you because you have the strength to bear it. Lend your shoulder.Be a man.

IF TOMORROW COMES

this one is more in the line of a metal ballad.just experimenting.telll me how bad or good this one is
IF TOMORROW COMES
what will you do
when tomorrow comes
make it worth your while
or let it fly

what will you do?
when reality stares at you
do you hold the stare
or pretend not to care

what will you do
when you are pushed to the edge
will you tremble on looking down
or fight for lost ground

what will you do
when the spotlights on you
run the bloody show
or just ring hollow

the choice is truth or lies
i can see it in your eyes

dont succumb!
to evasion
intimidation
aversion
imitation

the choice:plain and simple
truth or lies
i know your answer now
the light dies in your your eyes

i have come too late
you are one of them now

WHY EXACTLY??

why??the essential question?
a multitude of answers
but the answer i seek is one
for in the answer is the One

why do we have a fluttering mind
thoughts flowing into one another?

why do we have conflict and discord?
barriers ,dividers separating one another

why do we feel insecure,unsure?
in presence of one "superior"?

why dont we stick to our convictions?
moving with the crowd ,hither and thither

why dont we bother to comprehend ,to learn?
thinking i have better work in life??

why do we procrastinate ,postpone??
that tomorrow tends to forever??

why do we get distracted
when we think on lines like these??


each question has answers separate
but the answer i seek is one
For the answer is the One

the answer lies in realizing we are one
life matter and everything in between

the answer lies in realising the One
the supreme existence ,form whence we came

the answer lies in being the One
for where there is no duality ,there cannot enter strife

the answer is One
filled with ananda
the very nature of the One

questions infinite but answer one

realising this we realise the One
merge with the One
become one

for
where are divides in unity?
can a single existence conflict with itself?
can there be a question of death?
can there be hate or sorrow?
when your very nature is verily
existence knowledge bliss

find the One
merge with the One
become One
for the answer is One

A FINE MORNING

on a fine sunny Sunday morning ,in a white marbled bathroom,two buckets could be seen. a yellow bucket and a green bucket.they were both filled with water and the green bucket had a yellow mug floating in it.above the buckets were two taps for the purpose of filling the buckets.still higher up the wall was a shower tube.the shower tube ended in a shower cap which was inclined at an angle to the rod.and below the shower cap stood shyam who is seriously wondering whether is descriptive skills are good enough :D

MOONWALKER

i do not claim to be the greatest fan of Michael Jackson.or that i have listened to each and every sound made by him. that does not mean he has not influenced me.the few songs ive listened to, have made a profound impact ,especially after i bothered to look up the lyrics. i never knew pop songs had such deep themes and meanings.

the tale of a tormented genius is not new to any of us.but this is one with a sad difference .he was the genius and we, the tormentors.

idol worship is fine;but idol hounding?do we tear a man apart just because he is supremely gifted and we love his work?anything Michael sells.but does that mean we malign and destroy him??that we publish things that make him look like a retard so tabloids can sell copies??

"an unnamed employee of never land ranch","a close confidante " ,"sources close to MJ" ,these are the excuses used to malign a person .none of the so called employees or confidantes or sources are named, cause there are none ,but those in the journalists perverted imagination.call that freedom of press.does freedom of press mean that magazines can destroy a man just to sell?.isnt "freedom to murder" more appropriate? the victim has no defense .sure,he may come out with a public statement saying that none of it is true and people are trying to malign him .but guess what the next days headline would be ."king of pop alleges a conspiracy against him"making him sound even more crazy.

he replies in the best way he can.his glorious music .

"Ain’t the pictures enough, why do you go through so much
To get the story you need, so you can bury me
You’ve got the people confused, you tell the stories you choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am

You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy
won’t you just let me be
‘cause you cameras can’t control, the minds of those who know
That you’ll even sell your soul just to get a story sold"

but no response.so finally not being able to take any more he retires from public life and becomes a recluse on his sprawling ranch.and what happens?they find new charges.they allege him to be a paedophile because he has a theme park in his ranch and he spends time with children.oh god! what a crime it is to give other children what he could not experience as a kid.that must certainly be punished!!and voila scenting a free million dollar settlement, a kid pops up and allges that MJ harassed him sexually.then follows a suit of cases all alleging the same thing. free money is in the air.a man who made more money than any other solo recording artiste faced bancruptcy.none of the cases stood.but that slur on his name did. people associated michael jackson and paedophile.


im short we destroyed him.we systematically maligned and assasinated the greatest recording artiste of the generation .we hounded him like rabid dogs lusting after a victim.after cutting open the goose what can we expect ?golden eggs??the blame lies on all our shoulders.we let our icon down,we did not stand by him through times thick and thin.we just took the music and destriyed the soul who made it.we did it .we made the moon walker rest under dirt.

"Music has been my outlet, my gift to all of the lovers in this world. Through it, my music, I know I will live forever."
rest in peace michael wherever you are .you rocked my world man.words cant describe you what you gave us and what we did to you.