Intruder in Wonderland

I do not know where it was. I cannot recollect when it happened.

Oddly enough, a part of me is happy that I do not remember the details. Another part of me is trying hard to guess them.

I was trotting up the mountain path. The mist was gliding along, hugging the luxuriant slopes in its heavenward gait. I found myself fluxed by the mist: 'practically inside a cloud', i fancied... In a matter of seconds, the whole valley disappeared from view...

Looking around in the mist, I couldn't discern much from the faint silhouettes shimmering a few yards away. They appeared to be signalling something. Directions, perhaps. I took them to be either shrubs or rocks, and kept walking. It felt insanely satisfying. Tiny droplets of water be-dewed me as i ambled along.

Mists are true travelers. They do not plan ahead. Nor do they know of their destination. They listen to the Wind when it grows powerful. They hover around mountains, at times making them look beautiful. This mist, in particular, was in no obvious hurry. Not wanting to miss out on any more views of the valley, I decided to halt and reclined upon a smooth rock. I closed my eyes and felt myself dissolving into the mist.

Percussion.. Rhythmic strokes.. Somewhere in the distance. I stirred slowly from sleep. The rhythmic strokes started again: the sound that a sharp beak makes when it caves in into a hardwood tree. Ah! I'd woken up to the melody of a woodpecker at its day's work. I opened my eyes and scanned the place. The mist had sailed on.

There was not even a suggestion of the mountain path anywhere in the vicinity. I must've strayed off a long way. I discovered that I was near the edge of a mountain. Obviously intrigued, i walked towards the edge and peered down.

If i describe what met my eyes as merely hair-raising, heart-stopping or spine-tingling, I should be punished. It was nothing less than spiritually uplifting!

Flowers: Hundreds and Thousands of them!

Theme: Fragrance and Colour!

Artist: He who created the World.. who left this part of it unknown to Man.. and who momentarily lost vigil: when a man wandered into His finest piece of art, hiding under a cloak in the shape of a mist.

The mist had left pearls on their merry petals. These flowers had seen nothing of the world.. and the world had seen nothing of them.. If ignorance was bliss, it was only theirs.. The ponderer somewhere in me felt troubled.. For whom do these flowers blossom everyday? Apart from the mist, wind and rain, who appreciates their beauty? Why did God even create them, only to keep them a secret unknown to the world? For years and years, the flowers must've bloomed everyday, not knowing how wonderfully charming they are, not knowing that a world of men exists, that a few of these men would admire them endlessly. Why did God have to rob us both of what we deserve?

Thomas Gray's legendary lines came to my mind:

'Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,

And waste its sweetness on the desert air.'

Perhaps He did it for a reason. Midas, as we know, turned everything he touched into gold. Maybe Midas is none other than Man himself.. and just like Midas' own daughter who turned to gold upon his touch.. he ends up losing even those things he holds close to his heart, for Gold.. for materialistic gain and a queer pleasure only Man can identify with..

Perhaps many more such valleys exist, unknown to us.. The more unknown they are, the better..

An eulogy for this dying blog of ours

For the blogs that die an immature death .....

Lemme a  scribble an eulogy .....

When the pens cease leaking,when the keys start choking

When the purses get fatter,when the degrees get longer

Thoughts takes no shape ,nd yu literally gape

@ that old Blog ,Where once you slogged ;)

Of Hostels

Of Hostels
While going through the hostel admission process at IISc, I overheard one of the officials saying that the girls are always taken care of and its only the boys who have to put up with all the issues such as no water, cleanliness, etc. Someone else told me that this was the situation in all colleges. The girls hostel is always better kept than the boys hostel.

But why? Girls have always been known to be more orderly and tidy than boys. Why do they need any extra attention? If anything its the boys who require more attention. With personal experience about the cleanliness of a boys hostel, I would have to say that its a wonder boys don't catch an diseases because of their appalling standards of hygiene. I have seen rooms covered with enough layers of dirt for it to have an archaeological survey done.

That the boys start acting mature and start cleaning up after themselves is not going to happen any time soon. So I urge all the hostel authorities in every hostel take up the issues of boys' hostels before it goes from bad to worse. The future of mankind is at stake here!

Political 'Career'

The recent hiking of the salaries of our MPs has brought with it a storm of criticism from the media and the like. With inflation going unabated why are our leaders eager to to take home fat paychecks than solving the nation's problems? Why is it that they are ready to look like selfish babus just for a rise in income?

But why not? Surely inflation also affect the rich too!! And service starts right from our home and family! But apart from that, Indian legislators are among the lesser paid than their counterparts elsewhere in the world. But that is not an excuse since the 'nation building work' they seem to do may not be worth much.

But isn't politics another career a person may choose? It is also much more riskier and gratifying at the same time than any other profession. In this money driven world where jobs which come with high salaries together with an opportunity to change the world for the better are rare. In this world it may be the best career option too. Of course to succeed in politics takes a lot of hard work as does any other profession bud the rewards are much better. Above all you get the love and respect of the people. Does any other job offer that?!

Indian politics needs fresh faces and not somebody's son/ daughter/ nephew , etc. Maybe this hike in salaries will inspire more people to take politics as a career.

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/08/in_silhouette.html

In silhouette .....a photo blog i recommend you to chek out...

Images speaks better ...not me ..chk out