within without

Sarcasm is like a magic cloak that hides, rather tints quite a few emotions, quite a few realities in strange ways! With 99 shades for a two wheeler and some thousand Royal emulsions on the wall, manifestations are no longer simple, rarely honest as well! And so is required the humor-in-uniform to appear brave! Appear, mind you!

This also has the huge overtone of uncertainty. What is ‘in store’ (pun intended) and what can be acquired are not quite objective! And at what cost? Time? What are the options, exhaustive? The perimeter of global kingdom, via the virtual domain, reaches out to an igloo from a hammock! And in this ‘search’ for buffer, we generate tremendous amount of data as well! Social networking sites to e-commerce; e-buy to (e)education, where is the touch and feel? I mean, is there a need even? Broad band promotions beam an impatient youth living on the edge, proud and (em)powered, just ‘cause he has a Charles Babbage invention (that would be a computer!) and some gigs of connectivity! Little drop(s) of joy! The world is a pretty place, and am a happy child!

I see a zillion pearls in the laughter around! From the whites of a toothpaste-brush, to the engagement platinum, gold affairs, to even the politicians shameless yet bold (and beautiful!) in their promises dispensing vocal tonic (read verbal diarrhea!) – happiness, more or less! The class, caste wars, the religious barbarism and nukes power play are all DISPLAYED, presented with so much perfection, that I wonder if they can all be laughed away anyway! Or rather left for the fertilized brain of the crème de la crème. Those who do not let the dirt and muck stick to their gabardine yet claim to feel the rhythm divine! Those who talk about the ‘without’ with so much ‘within’ that as a third person you feel left out man! Identity crisis – who am I? Mother! Why don’t I see the guiding light, or the shadow-lines?

What is there ‘within’ is what we cannot do ‘without’. Rather, we even need not to. That would be making ourselves an outlier to our own existence, like an out of form creature who can always double up as a politician (I guess the only profession that needs a ‘life support system’, if you really get what I mean!!)! Support! One for all and all for one… clarion calls where collectives are spelt, have all been laughed away. Group dynamics is tinted towards a particular shade, quite difficult to find from the rainbow though! Avril sang ‘Complicated’, rather she had quite a few questions in her song, sigh! Why don’t they sing some with the answers as well? I mean, why leave the solutions for the dumb ass brains who do not know how to sing, make movies, win elections, be a slum-dog millionaire et al! How the hell would that ‘another brick in the wall’ know the secret to salvation? What would they do with so much data? What would they do with so many options? How would they know the inside from the outside?

Everything thus reduces to a mathematical head-tail unbiased (sarcasm intended!) toss where there is CHANCE of spring and there is chance of Lady Katrina ‘take my breathe
(life!!) away’… aha, in just one flash! What am I to do? Write fancy poetry to post on the blog? Try to run and hide from the ‘within’ or suffer for the lack of ‘without’?

When I travel in the local bus, hang from the local trains and walk down the streets of the city in Calcutta, in Bombay, all I see is mathematics at work. An infinite loop of conditions that entangle across like crazy swim-lanes, making us wonder what greater intelligence would be! IS rather!

In the great asymmetry of our lives, we arrange ourselves in set patterns, education, love, lust and all those labor lost, even the agony aunts who infuse strength and compassion, we try to find a place in silos! And till we get to tint our holier than thou soul in some color, we are all smiles… one big happy family! A speck of dust in the infinite universe, the vacuum ‘within’ and existence (acceptance) ‘without’!

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Communication across the revolutionary divide is strictly partial – not my line, read somewhere. And in that doped exchange or transfer of said (unsaid) wisdom, the lunacy of life breeds! Germinates! I pay a six thou ticket for a flight from Bombay to Calcutta and I find people fanning themselves with handouts inside the carrier! Even the red herrings, I mean the airhostesses cant find aristocratic ways of being bothered of the beads and rivulets! I was told that the outside temperature is so high that the air conditioner can’t cool off enough! You know… was the look given by that lady with a maroon lipstick! Ha! Elementary education and hospitality lessons seem to have taken a beat! Did I look like a dropout from eight grade? The bird wasn’t even air borne and she was talking of temperature difference, did she know up above the world so high, the temperature is sub zero? And then would the air conditioners work their magic or would it still be a cheap stake way of saving a few liters of fuel! The low cost airline with a premium get-up! It’s sad how the recession has been a face-saver for these rat mentality business ventures, sweeping all efficiency issues under the carpet!
The other day I went to this mall called City Center. Quite expansive in the City of Joy! And there was this education fair going on. I heard this pretty (pun intended!) lady say aloud, to gather a gang for some promo game… “Now who’s ready to PLAY with ME”! I almost missed a beat, missed a breathe or two and surely reached for the ‘kerchief to whip the fore-head. Am I ready to play with… amen!