Thursday, December 09, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The little prince
“And at night you will look up at the stars. Where I live everything is so small that I cannot show you where my star is to be found. It is better, like that. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens. . . they will all be your friends. And, besides,
I am going to make you a present. . .
“…That is my present. Just that. It will be as it was when we drank the
water. . .”
“All men have the stars,” he answered, “but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You– you alone– will have the stars as no one else has them–”
“In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. . . you– only you– will have stars that can laugh!” And he laughed again.
“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure. . . and your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, ‘Yes, the stars always make me laugh!’ And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you. . . ”
“It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh. . . ”
~ The little prince
BB gave me this book 5 years ago. I kept it, took it with me while I was away…but never read it. That’s all right,…this was the perfect time to read it.
There is a little prince in all of us, somewhere, fallen from the stars…one that knows the way back to his rose…Its just that all the ‘matters of consequence’ keep us away from him. I recommend this book to all grown ups; might help us see what’s truly essential…things that are indivisible to the eye…
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
What will it be?
পেছনে কেউ নেই, সামনেও নেই কেউ।
প্রবীণরা যে পথটি সাফ করেছিলেন বন্ধ হয়েছে সেটি।
এবং অন্য যে পথ, সকলের পথ,
প্রশস্ত আর সরল, যায়নি কোথাও।
একলা আমি - খুঁযে ফিরি আমার পথ।
~ ধর্মকির্তী
“No one behind, no one up front.
The path cleared by elders is no more.
And the other way, followed by all,
Wide and clear, goes nowhere.
Alone I, keep searching for mine.”
Some say that in walking a way, it may not be necessary to know where it goes; it is the walk that matters. It, however, could be worthwhile to know where its been…to know if its at all my way…So, I’m trying to look back…trying to know my roots…with the help of a Mexican poet,…In light of India…
Birth, Fornication, Death…
…Creation, Original sin, Salvation…
….Life, Karma, Nirvana…
What will it be?
The shackles and of Karma and its consequences,
Or the thoughtful, lonely quest for Nirvana?
An answer could be found in the conversations between Arjun, the mythical hero and Lord Krishna, the eighth avatar of Vishnu…Not sure if it’s the answer for you, but an answer no less…
Arjun, the fierce Pandav warrior was tormented by doubts and confusion before a battle. His friend and spiritual mentor
Arjun understood. On the battlefield he watched himself, detached from himself…he knew that neither the one doing, or the one watching, is him,…although they both are…him…He is Arjun but again not Arjun…but a nameless entity who is in everything.
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Thursday, July 01, 2010
gas 'em please!
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Friday, June 25, 2010
Trippin
Today I’m high on something but
00000Not sure what.
Granted, it is a good day
The sun is up (and will stay up)
People will make merry… dancing around trees…
and later in the night it’s all about the birds and the bees
…(if u know what I mean)
00000Glad midsommer!
As for me, if nothing else, there will be free booz!
0000000000But its none of that
It could be the blackout,
00000God knows how I missed ‘em!
And the midnight sun and candle lights
00000(even if scented vanilla!)
Might have played a part
0000000000But its not that either
In the end, it was just a dream…
00000Tripping on sleeping pills…
An impossible, silly li’l dream…
with not much happening
no happy ending,… nothing at all
00000and still,
0000000000- A good dream!
I reached the end of my journey (for now)
00000There is nothing to report
The puzzle is still unsolved…and perhaps
will stay that way forever
the pieces r too many…far too many
And multiplying by the minute
00000…degenerating, decaying, losing relevance, ...
0000000000(But at least,...now I know how it rolls)
So there, thats all there is
00000No triumph, no glory
00000No salvation, no story
0000000000not even the faintest promise of any
Just a stupid li’l dream,… tripping…
00000with u in it
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Monday, June 14, 2010
Recalling the lizard king
[Came across these while browsing through play lists in Spotify...didn't want them to get lost.]
"You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him- unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you."
"Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act- and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession."
"A hero is someone who rebels against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them. Obviously that can only work at moments. It can't be a lasting thing. That's not saying that people shouldn't keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence."
Source: http://www.thinkexist.com/english/Author/x/Author_3276_1.htm
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Monday, May 31, 2010
Face-off
Its been a while since I sent anything to a news paper...like 12 years or so. Hate to admit it but its always nice to c your name in print. :)
http://edailystar.com/index.php?opt=view&page=10&date=2010-06-01
Its the entry titles face-off. I actually gave it a much boring title...some guy with sense did me a huge favor in changing it. Thank u guy, who ever u r. :D
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Sunday, May 09, 2010
stone...d
sometimes it happens
somewhere along the way
someone finds it sitting there
sitting there on a chair
one's very own
stone
stone cold, stony...stone!
stone, u rock!
so i come and sit
sit by my stone,
(or sometimes,..right on it)
all right there
just sit and stare
starin at my stone...
my cold, old ancient stone.
all stones r ancient
as r all souls
so the story goes
C'est la vie...
so come, sit
get stoned with me
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Thursday, April 01, 2010
overrated
If you ask me, going after the truth is like
Trying to tackle a crab without the proper utensils
Too much work for too li’l meat
I’m done with all that
Truth is overrated
You heard the story about the three blind guys
Going to check out an elephant?
The one catching the trunk called it a snake
The one finding a leg called it a tree and the one
Tugging on the tail…well, you get my drift
But let me just ask you people
You who think u know your elephant
What if the thing u c standing over there,
The thing u call the elephant,
Is not really there
OR
Its being there,
Is but of li’l consequence
Anyhoo, all of that bores me now
Knowing, not knowing, half knowing
All truths r half truths
All lies r half lies
Like crappy intrigues of a badly made soap
(is there any other kind?)
that goes on and on and on
to keep the mass of stupid fucks drugged
and when it finally wears off…
this is how u go thru withdrawal -
make a fuss about nothing
and then wonder
what am I on about anyway?
no worries, sooner or later we all find
the next fix
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Thursday, January 28, 2010
voice of honest indignation
"Isaiah answer'd. 'I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then perswaded, & remain confirm'd, that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote.'
Then I asked: 'does a firm perswasion that a thing is so, make it so?'
He replied: 'All poets believe that it does, & in ages of imagination this firm perswasion removed mountains"
~ William Blake
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
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"the doors of perception"
[stumbled onto these while looking up an old friend]
"The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell.
For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt.
This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.
But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do, by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite."
~ William Blake
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
fire cholo...aponar deshe
The Bauls are a sect of mystic singers roaming the far-flung tracts of rural Bengal. These songs never fail to mystify the mind of an average Bengali. We are deeply moved by them, even if we don’t really know why.
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Sunday, January 17, 2010
declaration
I’ll play your game but on my own terms. I come and go as I please.
I’m behind schedule but thats okay; this is just the way I roll.
And you can burn that score card in your hands…Your rules and rewards
mean nothing to me.
Make no mistake; I got nothing to prove,...to you
or to anyone else.
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Saturday, January 16, 2010
Dead bird at the foot of Constantine's arch
Dead bird lying at the foot of the triumphal arch of Constantine.
Constantine, the Great
Great ruler of men
Builder of grand things
Shifter of great tides
A Great maker of history!
And the great arch stands tall,
telling the story of the man’s thriumph
for thousands of years
and the bird dropped dead right at its foot.
Nobody wants to know the bird’s story
He must have had one.
He could be a fallen hero,
A general,
A king!
Stupid tourists
Blowing the chance to take pictures with a king!
The bird and the emperor
Are equally dead
Equal in death? Perhaps not.
One things for sure though
The emperor never knew how to fly.
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