c'mon baby take a ride with us...

from a friend of mine( identity kept anonymous ).. you'll know why :

"I vaguely remember the time before the slow rusting started. It was just normal, like it always used to be. but now it seems like a world within and a world outside the effect of the 'stuff'..... the stuff that enters your body.. slowly and slowly absorbs in the blood and reaches the brain like a shield of energy.. "its a monster of energy" .. feel like it is cutting through my blood vessels... powering up and layering with calmness, evrything that comes in its way... making eyes blur.. view hazy.. throat quench y.. sounds melodious.. perception daunted.. it is what a lehman would describe as.... " gentle beauty of fear "... a beauty that could make one drool with pleasure and also tear ones patience with its unsettling silence and smoothness. The body fights to it.. it has to.. like it always does.. brain tries to think sound, and later thinks sounds... somehow everything goes on like a vicious storm under a smooth sheet.. it is unadulterated presence with delusional sense of thought..
You get it..! yes you do.. you get what the doors mean... the caramel voice of kurt cobain.. believe me.. there are imaginations you could have never seen, feelings u cud have never felt, the psychedelic kaleidoscope u could've never visualized if it wasn't for pink floyd.. Never more could I ever agree this much to music.. this what the stuff does.. it makes you agree with what you feel, your dark inner light...
 Do I sound confusing to u..?? I guess so... or maybe not.. but i really don't know... it is like there is a sound of silence.. if you try to look deep into this silence you find your uncovered thoughts.. free as clouds.. and your dark holes.. all your doubts and all your accomplishments. One thing i realised writing upto this point.. if this all seems random shit to anyone, I really don't give a fuck to that.. buzz off and continue with your bloodsucking schedule.. and if it makes sense... baby I am glad that you are with me...

It is just so wonderful if you can really feel your mind working. it is like jumping from thought to thought over a river of flowing time and through gentle bridges.. believe me.. it is all up to you to think of life as an endless marathon or a journey on which there is no reversal no turning back ever.. thats the beauty of it.. thats it... and finally you end into a dance of death.. 
I wonder what death would be like.. sure it is not something you feel dually... isn't it such an elusive suspense. Life is colorful... dim or bright whatever.. but it all very lively and forward.. but what about the end.. is it all the colors confiscated into a dark black tunnel that leads to nowhere or is it a all these colors converged into a glorious white light.. or is it all just a puff... and gone..! How should I or for that fact anyone know about any of these.. there are people with near death experiences who tell you they saw a bright light or some intriguing crap.. but they never really know you see.. to see death you kinda have to die and not almost die.. isn't that the rule? I guess what they see is just a panicky reflex of then choked brain... so to me at least.. death remains the biggest mystery..  the ultimate enigma.. and yeah.. I don't hope to find the answer soon !! I guess it is always better to have and lost that to never have at all.. 


I just don't know how I always go into these creepy interpretations ... from what I remember.. I  started off easy and light but then I guess thats the gentle charisma of " the'high'ness ".. she takes you along with its beautiful and alluring flow and you just cant stop it.. what I find amazing is you actually never even want to stop it...why would you.. after all it is just your own mind speaking... if you wouldn't listen to it, who would.??? "

Where sea and "we" meet the sky....

I was standing there... right in the middle of the sea. On one side i saw the sun rising from the horizon.. deep orange yellow.. with a trail that ended at my feet and shining on the path laid by blue foamy waves..

 On other side I saw trees.. lined up like guardians of nature.. meeting the sea and the sky at the most distant point visible. Such was the force with which wind blew that trees were bent in its direction. The moment perspired with power and fear..  on the front there was the infinite sea.. waves emerging far away with sheer anger and raging towards me.. but somewhere in the way they they got caught up in the silkiness of the sea and managed to reach me crawling at my feet.. Even though I knew they would never make it up to me but still witnessing their arduous origin and the anger shrieking from their upsurge, I feared them.

With the lustrous sun on one side, emerging to wash away the night, and windy tall trees in alignment on the other, and the furious waves raging towards me from the front, hissing with wind in the ears and a semi grey-semi blue sky enveloping it all... I stood there on the spot, my spot. The spot where I prayed. The spot which defined freedom. It expressed victory of the shining sun over the unlit night, through a war polished with silence.  It summarized nature in all the colors... from light, delicacy, grace, hope, beauty, success, happiness to anger, sorrow, pain, guilt and fear.... it portrayed everything, everything one feels in life. It appeared as if waves were calling out something which no one could ever understand. Neither did I  but I knew they had something to say...

Turning back to the shore I wanted something to mark this feeling so clicked these pictures and picked up some immature sea shells lying on the crystal sand and thought even the waste of the sea is so beautiful !! Why can't we see how beautiful and alive is the mother nature? Maybe coz we have more important stuffs to do.. but assigning her as less important only demotes our level of jurisdiction. Its just so sad that how man hurts his own maker. Who am I to say.. after all I just said what I saw and believed.

"Maybe the world is actually not enough"....

It was always said that our usage of the brain is only a small fraction of what it can do. So here is something I thought about while being in an elevated state of mind .

We, our surroundings, our universe, none of it is triple dimensioned. We are living in a world of more than 3 dimensions, one of which we know is the time. Imagine everything as a plot on 3d scale and now there is this time axis. If we keep all the 3 dimensions of location constant and shift this whole solid scenario on the time axis, what we get is an exact same replica of the around differing just in the time co ordinate. Its the parallel shift resulting into a parallel universe on a different time co ordinate.

The time dimension is certainly dependent on speed of thought, like how we percieve things and happenings around us. Its linked to the speed of brain which can work at multiple yet normally unattainable levels. We live throughout at one level of it, but when a person's mind is intoxicated to an amount so that it changes level, like when one is thoroughly high or doped, the optical signals through the neurons and the whole network are altered a bit. Change in speed without change in distance gives a change in time. So here we are then in a new time dimension, eveything else just being perfectly the same.

Its like a 3d body having multiple images in a time axis, all identical except in time. Like huge concentric spheres, each representing universe at a certain time dimension, one covering other and all varying in a radial time axis. So the only thing that changes is the thought process or perception of mind. One may perceive it slow or quick or same but with different interpretations depending on the amount and nature of dope. Its like a puppet show then, with mind in a different time dimension and body in different one and thus the time parallax one feels. Everything like music (waves striking eardrums and then interpreted by mind) feel different and somehow good. We call it like relaxing the mind with the gift of music. Again its just what I thought and none of it may seem relevant to some but i believe what I feel.

"A monetarily flourishing culture is never the better culture..."

We always ranked cultures as the ones which prospered more. But just a thought, a culture is never about how prosperous it makes its people, its about how happy and content they are living their lives. So any culture which has pleasures and joyousness attired to it would never leave a way open for monetarily pleasures. Whereas only a culture that suffocates mental growth and harmony would lead to a dry feeling of incompleteness and discontentment, directing thoughts towards superficial monetary pleasures. These sure make up a fancy and shiny outlook but are hollow and brittle inside.