Knowledge percolating to the floor

There are somthings that you can never understand without experiencing them. And I too had an epiphany today. I realised that things that we take for granted, things which seem so awfully petty, may actually be somthing really really priceless. Its right there in front of you, waiting for you to realise what lies deeper beneath the skin.
Education is a weapon more fearsome than Hector's sword, it is an armour more solid that achilles's armour. I love knowledge, and so do we all....though some love consciously and some don't.
I had heard of the ancient methodology of teachings, the guru shishya relationship of the gurukul but all that has transformed into somethingelse now. Not that i curb either or propagate any, just that being in the 21st century it is very difficult for me to comprehend what it was like to study in the ancient times, the way they did.
What at first seems more like an orthodox and rather austere methodology, may not necessarily be so. I may not agree with each and every nitty-gritty of that system but there is omething about it, for it produced such great scholars for our country. But of course the world is changing and along with it evrything else needs to fashion itself accordingly too.
Well getting straight to the point, let me tell you, that today when I was sitting on the floor in the class to study, i was worrying about back support at first! But As the class progressed I started deriving this immense pleasure out of that physical positioning of mine. Its not an unusual thing, i know you are thinking of that and people quite often do sit on the floor; but i saw it differently. I suddenly felt like a child, a trivial entity looking up at the face of knowledge. I felt divinal powders falling on my head! I realised how small i was in front of knowledge and yet she was opening her arms to embrase me. I realised how poor i was in front of the person imparting knowledge and yet she was sprinkling her treasures over me.
I looked up in awe, admiration and enchantment......i was spell bound. For such a simple thing which i did unconsciously gave me my epihany. I saw knowledge percolating to the floor.

Life as it is............

Have you ever felt the rush....
of sittin on a wooden sledge n sliding down a cold cold icey slope....at zillion kilometers per hour.
Close your eyes and open it to find yourself in a new world,
for that great rush that you felt for those fifteen seconds were more precious than any gold, or a wedding ring, or even the best score of your life.
No, its not fictional, I do at times like to talk about myself in first person.
Yeah i know that brings a grin on your face, and you know what it does the same to me.
When you are on that sledge your face is cold, your nose is frozen, red...goin to turn blue any moment, you know you might just fall, you know you might get hurt;
but then you take a deep breath and what the hell just go for it,
next thing you know your screaming out of ecstacy, and you just scream automatically, its not a conscious scream, no one really tells you to do it.
And then again those few seconds when you let lose and when you are just YOU, those few seconds make all of it worthwhile.
I have felt this rush, time and again i can just close my eyes and hear myself laughing and screaming with joy. You know who showed me the way to it, my friend Leonardo da vinci.
Leonardo taught me so many things, but he always makes me feel like the smarter one.
He isn't really the most rational person under the sun but he makes me so, if I may say much against his wishes...
He doesn't understand all the time, but i need to say that he makes life beautiful for me
and i like it every time he takes no credit for it. I smile.

So my dearest friend Leonardo da vinci let me tell you that i love you dearly and I would like to thank you for making me look at life the way i do now, thank you for making me love life the way i love it now, for teaching me to seek happiness out of the simplest things, thank you for teaching me the virtue of simplicity.

You know, its you who showed me that life is a clever seductress and i shouldn't let her wiles just go by.

July 5th 2006

Have you ever seen bloodshed in your life Candace?
You don't know what it is to be me.
I don't choose solitude for my company
but there is one thing that i do know;
that am the cursed child of destiny and i was baptised with this solitariness.
She can never ever equal you,
but i have her so that i can protect you.
Protect you from the world
protect you from me.....

The Crooner Sisters

Let me introduce you to the Crooner sisters.
There were three of them, and they were alone.
Madonna would be the eldest followed by Annabella and finally Jennifer.
Even though they were thirty, twenty one and nineteen respectively, they still lived together in their old town house.
Yes, their paternal great grandfather was indeed a crooner but their father, who everyone knew as old sailor Joe, didnt quite follow the same proffession.
The girls lost their mother back when they were in school and old sailor Joe once went fishing ten years hence and never came back.
These girls were quite famous in the town of Osborne...for some called them crazy while some pittied them hard.
Madonna was the compulsive big sister who was quite famously known as the animal hoarder. Annabella was the gorgeous blonde, and thats all she had to her, at least thats what she thought. Yes, she was once engaged to the heir of the Osborne family but that didn't last for long and no one knows why. Though no one questioned it.
Jennifer the little kid of the house was better known as "Woolah Jenn" by all and she was concerned bout just two things, her very private illustrated series and her marijuana.
It was quite phenominal how different these sisters were, but there was one point where they all seemed to converge.

No I will not give you all the details right away but very soon as you will come across the various little incidents of their lives you will know for yourself what it is and I will need no words to put it across.

With love, Candace.

Dear Roy

Not speaking is the alternative of the escapist,
and it doesnt hurt anyone more than you.
Tragic realisation doesn't come so easily to man,
otherwise the wrath of achilles wouldn't have caused the trojan war.
No, no more big words, nor psychology,
all i am saying is that,
i saw you by the beach last night
and it made my heart ache
because i saw solitude by your side.

Preamble

Lost in the maddening crowd of words,
Burried under narratives and travelogues.
Of all the epilogues that i did not read and every epic similie that smiles at me....
I know i have kinship with them
for it is these words that make me ME.....
Love hate is how they describe our relationship
but that is so ironic isn't it.....after all love and hate are fruits of the same tree!
These words that i spell are the words that i breathe
these are the words that help me break free.
Am at war with them constantly but in this battle field we are all victors.
And so this day i solemnly pledge...to never let go of this friend and fiend,
to never terminate our constant war,
to never let the burning wick die out.......
And henceforth i set foot on my Odessey,
to discover, reveal and revel!
Amen.