The fledgling flames of the flickering lamp throws around a floral pattern of luminous philosophy, tiny spots of unheeded shadows playing around the equally minuscule specks of light like butterflies chasing their own reflections in a pool, a yin-yang chakra in constant motion unperturbed by the worldly laws and wisdom. It's amazing how the saddest of things are capable of describing the utmost beauty and I am overwhelmed by this sight which, in its tragedy, is reminiscent of two doomed lovers seeking each other. The one looks for the other with unfailing vigor and a constantly growing sense of desperation, unaware of the fact that the laws of the world have decreed that they are never ever to meet.
The passing of the time increases the desperation of the two and gives the world another round of victory. Every time the howling wind stops and the flame comes to a halt, the two lovers seemingly having given up and resigning to their fate, I hold my breath fearing the worst but still hoping. Then the gale picks up and the lovers are back on the trail. Like a child at play, unfazed by the bruises and after paying the due diligence to the wounds, they pick themselves up at every fall and continue on their quest.
In my heart I wish to save one, just one, doomed love believing that doing so will somehow ease my own pain, bring solace to my heart and give me a reason to live. But so far that hasn’t happened and it’s the reason I'm here, sitting atop this lonely mountain peak in the calm darkness that surrounds it like my life, contemplating what I could have done to save my love from its tragic end and knowing that I’m all out of options, determined to End It All.
Like light and dark, we two were totally opposites, poles apart. She was the warm glowing fire to my cold unmelting ice. Together, we would have completed each other. She showed me what I was missing and that triggered my desire to be with her, to be complete. But what I had to offer her was nothing compared to her's, for you see, all the virtues god had already given her and I, even though the missing set, was all vices. I gave up my bad habits to be with her. The progress, though slow, was steady but unfortunately it was a day late and a dollar short.
It’s impossible to go back to life knowing that you'll always be incomplete.
One time the wind stops for a long time and the specks of shadow and light come to a gloomy halt. My heart skips a beat, have they grown aware of the restriction imposed over them? Are they really giving up? Please god, don't let it be so. I silently tell them to get moving, just get up and give it one more shot, but nothing happens. With desperate breath I plead to them to hold on a little bit longer, please don’t give up, please get up. The looming silence is almost broken by my silent pleadings but they do not move. I know that even if they invest eternity, they will never be able to meet except for a hair-thin veil at the tip where they touch for an almost non-existent space and duration, But for some reason I did not want to acknowledge this bitter truth. The reason is my naive belief that life is fair even in the face of the darkest depression and faith. I feel like I'm about to loose my faith and am damn near tears.
GET UP, I scream. My words echo around the hovering emptiness and as if scared, the wind picks up the very instant. I am relieved to see the game back on but the tragic realization is still to come and even though I know it, I try to silence the voice of reason prophesizing the impending doom of the daring duo. The winds register a ferocious speed, hell-bent on extinguishing the flame and after a few rounds of fight, the flame gives up. In a fraction of an instant its over, the light extinguished, the lover gone
I am waiting to be struck by a tide of anger but strangely it doesn't happen. Maybe it’s the total darkness that now surrounds me which is keeping me at peace or maybe it's because of the vigorous passion in that last dash of the shadow to touch its lover before the end, regardless I feel at peace. Sad, but at peace. After all it’s the law of the world to not shed a tear at one extinguished lamp; another one will burn and continue to light-up the world.
The end doesn’t scare me anymore. I walk up to the edge of the hill and as I look down in the dark abyss a single drop of tear falls down as I remember the face that gave me my life, the friends who brightened my days, the teachers who gave me the knowledge of matters broad and wide, the aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, nephew, nieces, my friends and foes who made the journey so far extremely colorful, the god who made her and She, who made those few months, the best of my life.
The last few steps are always the hardest. At this height, the wind shakes everything it touches to the core.I am tired and close my eyes, instantly I can feel at peace. As I let go,I wonder if the coming morning will be beautiful. I fall in the quiet comforting darkness as if I'm going to sleep for the first time.
I wonder if I'll dream.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
About Monkeys
Once upon a time in a village, a man appeared and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for Rs10. The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.
The man bought thousands at Rs10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort.
He further announced that he would now buy at Rs20.
This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.
Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms.
The offer rate increased to Rs25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it!
The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at Rs50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him.
In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at Rs35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell it to him for Rs50.
The villagers squeezed up with all their savings and bought all the monkeys.
Then they never saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!!!
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Welcome to the Stock Market!!
The man bought thousands at Rs10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort.
He further announced that he would now buy at Rs20.
This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.
Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms.
The offer rate increased to Rs25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it!
The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at Rs50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him.
In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at Rs35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell it to him for Rs50.
The villagers squeezed up with all their savings and bought all the monkeys.
Then they never saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!!!
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Welcome to the Stock Market!!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Random Jokes
Here is a little collection of jokes that tickled my funny bone.
1.
A prisoner escapes from his prison where he had been kept for 15 years. As he runs away, he finds a house and breaks into it looking for money and guns, but he finds a young couple in bed.
He orders the guy out of bed, ties him up on a chair. While tying the girl up to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her on the neck, then gets up, and goes to the bathroom.
While he is in there, the husband tells his wife: "Listen, this guy is an escaped prisoner, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in prison, and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, just do what he tells you, give him satisfaction. This guy must be dangerous, if he gets angry, he will kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you."
To which the wife responds, "He was not kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay and found you very sexy and asked if we kept any Vaseline in the bathroom. Be strong, honey. I love you too..."
2.
One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.
When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great Christmas tree.
The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
3
Three guys and a girl are marooned on a desert island.
After one week, the girl is so ashamed of what she's doing, she kills herself.
After another week, the guys are so ashamed of what they're doing, they bury her.
After yet another week, they're so ashamed of what they're doing, they dig her up again.
4.
An old farmer decided it was time to get a new rooster for his hens. The current rooster was still doing an okay job, but he was getting on in years. And the farmer figured getting a new rooster couldn't hurt anything. So he bought a young one from the local rooster emporium, and turned him loose in the barnyard.
The old rooster saw the young one strutting around and he got a little worried. "So, they're trying to replace me," thought the old rooster. "I've got to do something about this."
He walked up to the new bird and said, "So you're the new stud in town? I bet you really think you're hot stuff, don't you? Well, I'm not ready for the chopping block yet. I'll bet I'm still the better bird. And to prove it, I challenge you to a race around that hen house over there. We'll run around it ten times and whoever finishes first gets to have all the hens for himself."
The young rooster was of a proud sort, and he definitely thought he was more than a match for the old guy. "You're on," said the young rooster. "And since I know I'm so great, I'll even give you a head start of half a lap. I'll still win easy!"
So the two roosters went over to the hen house to start the race with all the hens gathering around to watch. The race begun and all the hens started cheering the roosters on.
After the first lap, the old rooster was still maintaining his lead. After the second lap, the old guy's lead had slipped a little but he was still hanging in there. Unfortunately the old rooster's lead continued to slip each time around, and by the fifth lap he was just barely in front of the young rooster.
By now the farmer heard all the commotion. He ran into the house, took his shotgun, and ran out to the barnyard figuring a fox or something was after his chickens. When he got there, he saw the two roosters running around the hen house, with the old rooster still running and panting heavily slightly in the lead. He immediately took his shotgun, aimed, fired, and blew the young rooster away.
As he walked away slowly, he thought to himself, "Damn, that's the third gay rooster I've bought this month..."
5.
Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim
Finnegan arrives at her door. "Brenda, may I come in?" he asks.
"I've somethin' to tell ya."
"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But
where's my husband?"
"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an
accident down at the Guiness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..."
"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."
Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"
"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guiness Stout and
drowned."
"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at
least go quickly?"
"Well, no, Brenda... no."
"No?"
"Fact is, he got out three times to pee."
6.
A preacher wanted to raise money for his church and on being told that there was a fortune in horse racing, decided to purchase one and enter it in the races. However at the local auction, the going price for horses was so high that he ended up buying a donkey instead. He figured that since he had it, he might as well go ahead and enter it in the races. To his surprise, the donkey came in third!
The next day the local paper carried this headline:
'PREACHER'S ASS SHOWS NICE PROSPECT'
The preacher was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and this time it won.
The paper read:
'PREACHER'S ASS OUT IN FRONT'
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the preacher not to enter the donkey in another race.
The paper headline read:
'BISHOP SCRATCHES PREACHER'S ASS'
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the preacher to get rid of the donkey.
The preacher decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.
The paper headline the next day read:
'NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN'
The Bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.00.
Next day the headline read:
'NUN SELLS ASS FOR 10 Dollars'
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey, lead it to the plains where it could run wild and free.
Next day, the headline in the paper read:
'NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE'.
The Bishop was buried the next day.
1.
A prisoner escapes from his prison where he had been kept for 15 years. As he runs away, he finds a house and breaks into it looking for money and guns, but he finds a young couple in bed.
He orders the guy out of bed, ties him up on a chair. While tying the girl up to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her on the neck, then gets up, and goes to the bathroom.
While he is in there, the husband tells his wife: "Listen, this guy is an escaped prisoner, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in prison, and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, just do what he tells you, give him satisfaction. This guy must be dangerous, if he gets angry, he will kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you."
To which the wife responds, "He was not kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay and found you very sexy and asked if we kept any Vaseline in the bathroom. Be strong, honey. I love you too..."
2.
One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.
When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great Christmas tree.
The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
3
Three guys and a girl are marooned on a desert island.
After one week, the girl is so ashamed of what she's doing, she kills herself.
After another week, the guys are so ashamed of what they're doing, they bury her.
After yet another week, they're so ashamed of what they're doing, they dig her up again.
4.
An old farmer decided it was time to get a new rooster for his hens. The current rooster was still doing an okay job, but he was getting on in years. And the farmer figured getting a new rooster couldn't hurt anything. So he bought a young one from the local rooster emporium, and turned him loose in the barnyard.
The old rooster saw the young one strutting around and he got a little worried. "So, they're trying to replace me," thought the old rooster. "I've got to do something about this."
He walked up to the new bird and said, "So you're the new stud in town? I bet you really think you're hot stuff, don't you? Well, I'm not ready for the chopping block yet. I'll bet I'm still the better bird. And to prove it, I challenge you to a race around that hen house over there. We'll run around it ten times and whoever finishes first gets to have all the hens for himself."
The young rooster was of a proud sort, and he definitely thought he was more than a match for the old guy. "You're on," said the young rooster. "And since I know I'm so great, I'll even give you a head start of half a lap. I'll still win easy!"
So the two roosters went over to the hen house to start the race with all the hens gathering around to watch. The race begun and all the hens started cheering the roosters on.
After the first lap, the old rooster was still maintaining his lead. After the second lap, the old guy's lead had slipped a little but he was still hanging in there. Unfortunately the old rooster's lead continued to slip each time around, and by the fifth lap he was just barely in front of the young rooster.
By now the farmer heard all the commotion. He ran into the house, took his shotgun, and ran out to the barnyard figuring a fox or something was after his chickens. When he got there, he saw the two roosters running around the hen house, with the old rooster still running and panting heavily slightly in the lead. He immediately took his shotgun, aimed, fired, and blew the young rooster away.
As he walked away slowly, he thought to himself, "Damn, that's the third gay rooster I've bought this month..."
5.
Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim
Finnegan arrives at her door. "Brenda, may I come in?" he asks.
"I've somethin' to tell ya."
"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But
where's my husband?"
"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an
accident down at the Guiness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..."
"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."
Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"
"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guiness Stout and
drowned."
"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at
least go quickly?"
"Well, no, Brenda... no."
"No?"
"Fact is, he got out three times to pee."
6.
A preacher wanted to raise money for his church and on being told that there was a fortune in horse racing, decided to purchase one and enter it in the races. However at the local auction, the going price for horses was so high that he ended up buying a donkey instead. He figured that since he had it, he might as well go ahead and enter it in the races. To his surprise, the donkey came in third!
The next day the local paper carried this headline:
'PREACHER'S ASS SHOWS NICE PROSPECT'
The preacher was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and this time it won.
The paper read:
'PREACHER'S ASS OUT IN FRONT'
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the preacher not to enter the donkey in another race.
The paper headline read:
'BISHOP SCRATCHES PREACHER'S ASS'
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the preacher to get rid of the donkey.
The preacher decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.
The paper headline the next day read:
'NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN'
The Bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.00.
Next day the headline read:
'NUN SELLS ASS FOR 10 Dollars'
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey, lead it to the plains where it could run wild and free.
Next day, the headline in the paper read:
'NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE'.
The Bishop was buried the next day.
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