Man and Mystery

2010-11-21T07:49:00.000-08:00

But maybe he may reach no far,
than the limits he has crossed,
for in trial of expansion of his power,
the question of his survival may be tossed.

He is destroying his land to acquire dust,
trying to find another crust,
to survive amongst new surroundings,
and leave behind the old bounding.

But all he is trying is to prove 'in vain',
boosting with satisfaction after bearing pain,
he might find to live in another Earth,
but no one to claim his historical birth.

For he still emerges from the womb of this earth,
and finally perishes in the lap of all pervading 'dust'.

and so the endless mystery of man with his very being shall never end until 'sawdust'....

That cold 'rush'...

2010-11-12T07:10:00.000-08:00

Waking up every morning in a cold, characteristically British morning, hoping for divinity to show some mercy on the hapless soul (wrapped between sheets) and instruct the rain clouds not to pour vengefulness today. When you are so accustomed to being woken up by a gentle tap on the shoulder, that horrific alarm tone of the Motorola cellphone makes your day's beginning not as pleasant.
Tumbling out of bed, I somehow manage to fit into the bathroom originally meant for dwarfs but thanks to the gracious university we can boost of having an 'en-suite' accommodation where all the water from the shower spills over and wets the carpet in the room, you cannot move your body more than 45 degrees as it could prove injurious to health due to the danger of hitting the pot to your immediate right and the hard wall to your left and of course falling out of the bathroom if you tried some other stunt (personal experience).
Rushing out with an apple stuck outside my mouth for the 9'0 clock class and I bump into females straight out of the covers of Vogue or Elle outside my apartment. For some inexplicable reason the dresses of these girls seem similar to me during the morning in class and during the 'wild evenings' as they like to call it. To walk on those high heel boots without having to look down where they are landing is an art which I shall aim at learning but like most others things this might also remain unmastered by me.
The walk to university is probably the only thing I could say is pleasant, my mind wanders to beautiful completely made up thoughts whose occurrence in real life is close to zilch but then anything to keep that smile. It is something about walks that allows your mind run into the absurd yet melancholic of thoughts. Just when they were transferring me into outer space I am jolted by a heya! by a friend, and then starts the question and answer round from who wants to be a millionaire. Have you begun with the assignment? Have you finished the presentation? What about that seminar..have you done the reading?..blah blah blah.
I reach the class completely flustered with the news of nearly three assignments, two presentations and umpteen number of readings to finish!

Well that is just my thoughts on another mundane day in my life in the university...

Meandering Thoughts

Man and Mystery

That cold 'rush'...