The Nauseating Demeanour

There should exist in this world, among men, no class differentiation, no ranks, no castes, no religion.Like everyone, I am in total agreement with the notion.It is only when people reach the limits of this conception, that they elude from the norms of humanity to indulge into unelucidatable deeds bringing shame to their intimate fellow beings and the society to which they closely associate themselves and cause them to hang their heads in utmost ignominy, humiliation beyond the power of words to express.

Hence moving away from the popular notion, there always exists two sets of people in practicality-The Distinguished and The Discreditable.Although it depends on the observer as to whom he considers as belonging to which cluster, there happens to be certain underlying structural standards, not complying to which, the observed inevitably forces himself into the latter congress.

These lost souls seem to have been shrouded under the veil of the unreal, the seemingly famous, the seemingly expected, the in-reality base inhuman conduct.They seem to derive pleasure of the suffering of their companions, of the unacquainted and even people of their own class, like vampires, having lost their shadows, live on life of innocent humans, incourse of time leading to their own downfall by the righteous and the imposing persona of the charismatics.

The time of the psychological passing over from boyhood to manhood is a movable feast. The legal date fixed on the twenty-first birthday has little or no connection with it. There are men in their teens, and there are boys in their forties.Yes, but all men are not raucous and disruptive, nor are all boys the innocent angels of the era.The genial smiles of the disgraceful portion of boys can hold the evil demon, burning with negative thoughts unfathombale by the fragile minds of the dignified.The culture displayed by their countenance often has no relation to their misguided souls bodies and minds as my friends and I recently discovered and discovered it to find ourselves as the victims of such unparliamentary behaviour which disturbed our ignorant blissful minds...or in fact was it parliamentary behaviour??

And then there is the other category of misguided souls, who impetuosly trust their hearts out for every infatuation and end up in the dark corners of deserted alleys, heart-broken and lost in (what they consider as) unrecoverable depression.Fine, go ahead, die with depression, like I care??Why should I bother about people who never seem to be worried about anyone except their own selfish eccentric souls, if not for my principles of general wellbeing and satisfaction for all??OK...now this upsets me to the utmost-You wake up one morning unaware of what the deadly conspiracies the night has had on your part to be informed that you have been held responsible for having lost your heart to a person whom you consider a true friend and nothing more??Is this a necessary end to all friendships??LOVE...a substance so pure, a feeling so inexplicable...yet often considered most common...NO its not common, its special, its unique...as pure as the.....well it has no comparison!!And yeah I firmly believe there is no match to the love of a Mother, the security offered by a Father, the pure affection and trust of a sister and LOYALTY of a FRIEND....as far as crushes and any other love is in consideration, I have no clue about it...

And i do this very rarely "PLEASE lord, save me from this horrible world!!"

Back to the BODHI...Part 2

Yeah, feels great to be back on track....after the world destruction, its now time to give to the world sumthing to chew in its minds for a while....here it goes... Why is there so much misery in the world??
Why do friends sometimes betray??
Why do friends hurt each other??
Is there anything more pure than the love of a mother??
If God is so unpartial, why did he make man the supreme commander of earth??

What should be the ultimate aim of a pure friendship??

Which do you prefer??Spirituality or Philosophy??

Can philosophy give you the essence of a beautiful life??

Can spirituality offer a solution to everything??
Once again, am I crazzy??

Until next time....

The malevolence of the mind

Destined Downfall continued.....

The nether world seemed to favour my scheme of world destruction. The evil, exasperation and desparate crave of destruction and demolition lurking in the depths of the essence of my being, supressed for a decade under the stalwart might of the holy influence cast upon my enduring body by the charisma and uprightness of the clergy of Minova Church and the divine inspiration of Jesus, had resurfaced, errupting through the barriers of sanity and stability, disregardin all norms of science, philosophy and spirituality.

Hundreds of miles away, lay a village, a person who could spot a trace of life in this spooky erie "village" would be awarded the highest recognition of the land...BUT...underground, way deep underground, was an organisation, a commemoration of the most noble souls of the mortal world, a secret society dedicated to solemn vow to make the world as innocuous of evil and danger as possible.They could sense, due to the strength of my envy, through their complex systems the prognostication of the untold misery about to haunt the world.

It was about to begin, the battle of the millenium, both the armies prepared to shed blood in the most bloody confrontation the world, so unaware and blissfully ignorant of its own future, would hardly catch a glimpse of before being destroyed.Yes, the world will be destroyed, I was convinced!!MUHAAHAHAHA!!......

Nostalgic Moments...

The euphoric beams of bubbling excitement, that encompasses humans at every instance, down the memory lane, is inimitable and priceless, if for nothing but the pure pleasure of a multitude of emotions overwhelming the heart, overflowing into a stream of reminiscence of those extraordinarily cherished, haunted or seemingly not-so-unique affairs that have moulded our physical, philosophical, psychological and ethical behaviour and characteristics to its present stature.

The memory lane of a majority of commons generally enlists the moments of utmost delight- either proclaimed to every rustic along the way or utilized to rise life to enormous undiscovered heights-and also the unbearable torture-endured with daring courage, with a heart brimfull of bravery and valour or bottled up with audacious ignorance and concealed cowardice- consuming the conscience from the inside.

Of the most cherished moments, rushing in my mind, there have been events, events that will be locked up, hidden and concealed even from my soul and guilt, and on the contrary there have been moments or rather unforgettable pleasures and delights of FRIENDSHIP, SECURITY, BROTHERLY LOVE, CARE, CONCERN, FUN, ENJOYMENT, INNOCENCE and PURITY.I would like to share(if you would like to read) the latter moments of life!If you haven't guessed it already, I am writing this post about HIGHER PRIMARY!!

Ahh those were the days, irreplaceable by any extent of joy.Now I am in high school-a dirty, stinking, a hellish place, in comparision to the grandeur and stumptuousness of the majestic kingdom of the golden world called Primary.

Friendship, the word for life, was defined as the bond between the souls, the connection of minds, love between hearts and the clossness between physical bodies!A warm smile from a friend would make one's day.Friends were friends...not just in name and but for life, not to engulf our happiness but to share our grieves, not for personal causes but for the noble cause of friendship itself!A call from a friend would last for hours on end, speaking of everything, no bar for sensitivity of matters, until the heart had been contented of sharing everything it had camouflaged under the mask of happiness and the mind refreshed with stomach-aching comedy and laughter.The unobstructed freedom of speech between friends of the two genders would strengthen and serve to enforce social mobility and reinforce the morals of the long lost traditions of brotherly love and affection for one and all...unbiased of anything!The occasional fights would in fact strengthen the friendship as the people concerned would delve deeper into the roots of each other's qualities.Ragging between friends was unknown and unheard of, no doubt friends would tease each other...come on why else are friends called friends!Yes, friends would tease, but not for the price of intimacy between them, not when one needed the support of a friend the most, not to laugh at them, not to display themselves superior, not to prove the friend eccentric...just to encourage the ULTIMATE OATH OF FRIENDSHIP, just to say that they will always stay by their friend's side no matter what...even when they themselves are teasing the friend!The most righteous thought "A friend in need is a friend indeed" was the word of the mouth!!And now-in highschool, its a different story altogether to say the least...

Ahh, the rain pours cats and dogs as I immerse myself into the depths of nostalgia.The thunders that accompany the showers remind me of the exceptionally brilliant guides we had in primary-unmatched and unprecedented. Not that the teachers in high school are any the less efficient, just that they don't appeal to our aspirations and desire for affection to the extent of the primary teachers.

Coming to the studies point of view, its a different world altogether.Its kind of like you move into a deserted barren land after travelling through the dense ever-green, impenetrable jungle(well not quite, but still...). Not much of a difference in the curricular activities too, maybe its just the fact that ICSE is cool, no matter at what level!

I, move ahead in the journey of life, ignorant of what the future holds in stall for me, bravely, with a heart full of emotions, and the mind filled with excitement of the unknown.As the rain showers its incessant blessings on me, the thunder and the lightning always present to show me the way, I move on, with this load of the heavy heart, always aware of the fact that no matter where I go, or what I do, I always have the support of my friends, teachers and all the confidants who share a portion of my heart!And as the sun goes does in the crimson passions of rest and relaxation, I get along with life reading adventure stories and haunted books, in the dreaded evening of this day!!