Lama and the "Limits of Imagination"

...long time I know. Well I have heard/read of inspirational works of literature/art derived from nature, turn to nature, listen and there you are with a jumbled line, call it poetry!!
I haven't yet (a convenient word to allow a change/miracle any time, a powerful Disclaimer's 'Clause') found some very convincing reason to step IN to our library unless closeted by exams (:() or more likely, to pull out my friends/acquaintances from the world of inter twined words and paper (in less sophisticated terms , to disturb them).
But I love the air outside (library lawn), information flies around there and its all green.
…a friend of mine was very curious on this music ‘sky kisses earth’ .That’s what brought me to the lawns that day. The magical (not any more) gadget was pulling out the song for her from thin air (literally), that’s the best thing about the air outside (in close perimeters) the library. It could give you any thing* you want lined up in the frame of THE GADGET, which means if u ask for an Audi TT you’ll get it’s pic and descriptions…dats all:(.
…a swaying black line on the ground kept me busy for a while .The metaphoric representation of the LoC was sponsored by a battalion of ants moving to some destination. The destination definitely fooled my eyes, as I was sharpening my ears to their march I heard a heavy haste trot. The march was crushed creating small black instantaneous martyrs. I lifted my eyes to the incidental cause of the ant chain massacre and said ‘eesho mishihaykku stuthiyayirikkatee’ to Lama(name changed, am bad at it I know you got the right name), ignorant of her killings , she replied ‘ippozhum eppozhum...’ forcing out a smile from her face which still had reminiscence of the letters it reflected a while ago.
Lama was having this presentation to make on “Limits of Imagination” and she was worried about the ‘bench marks’ which explained the nerves that popped and waved from her forehead.
It was a scary (to be honest) discovery for me that even Imagination had LIMITS (com’on man don’t say you always knew dat!).
I decided to give a serious thought on it…I could still see the ‘nerves’.
I could think of nothing but a black board and a chalk and I started to utter and Lama’s ears with immense patience (I was surprised) allowed those utterances IN.
Soon I realized my black board could not hold nor my chalk could draw a ‘square circle’…there I reached a LI……………………………………..wait for it……………………………………………………………….…….MIT (phew!).
As I spoke I realize, ‘as far as reasonably as possibly’ (lines borrowed) Imagination was entangled in between Conceivability and Possibility, gosh! God save Imagination!
…Irene passed by…my phone rang…
Lama couldn’t but watch her ears ruthlessly being exploited (exploited is a polite word) by my utterances.
a drop from heaven that rolled down to my lips definitely gave it a pause and I was forced to look up at the ravishing sky. No the drop was not the good Samaritan nor the Messiah for Lama’s ears, but God did/does exist and He listens to the cry of the suffering , so there it was, The angelic voice of Pari…
‘Jithin… mazha chaarunnu, paattu download aayi namukku pokaam…’. I am sure Lama must have heard songs of thanks giving sung by none but her ears.
I delivered the epilogue, ‘All the best,try for a watermark and don't worry on bench marks**(next blog coming soon) njaan prarthikkam’.
…the ants had re-assembled, they’ve got excellent disaster management teams it seems…
Pari was trying hard to protect her gadget which now had in it, ‘sky kisses the earth’ from the actual kisses the sky bestowed on earth…she definitely was too busy to appreciate that, after all it was kisses and hence personal.
There were kisses all around, I wiped a few of them that got caught on my Black Pearl***…soon the magical air of the library and the Limitation of Imagination blurred out as we soared our way through the kisses…

I and Me went for a walk...

not today but at some s1t1,
I didnt wanted to go nor speak...but had to...and hence it goes
It was me who denoted a shift...a paradigm shift,probably I was busy.Where am I going ,the greater part of me couldn't communicate.I groped unyieldingly for loose words like fun,come on,its gonna be fine et al;.May be it was the darkness that triggered me,darkness not just the deprivation of light but of space and time.Was it my ignorance that chilled the air around or did it just found me.Was it I who fed on my aims,dreams,goals,ambitions...or was it never it,was it let loose to escape in the timeless ,space less dark (dark is an assumption)I was bound to answer me.Not the breeze that dropped a flowing crystal on my cheeks,nor the wind that shook the barley cud carry a breath along. I laid throttled with some unsung hymn waiting escape.
No Russell no Definite descriptions no Wittgenstein no Ryle could explain 'I ME'
...so lets just say Me and I went for a walk...

gurukul...

the hall was packed...students clad in their blue blazers (penguin looking). the stage had a disciplinary committee comprising of teachers and students. the princi adorned to center podium with our friend on the left (princi's right) and his friend (foe) , the super rich kid on the right(on princi's left...u know dat)...den it was zoom out and the whole stage was in the frame the wooden arch of the stage carried the words..."The Place where people meet to seek the highest is Holy Ground"...I had to click my pointer at the II enclosed in the circle to read it the timeline read 02:12:19.I pulled out my eyes from the screen and my had were groping for a pen.
the first thought was of Moses and then of my school assembly.
Then I paused it was the best definition I had found to elucidate or translate Gurukul ...I had to borrow it from an American Movie.GLOBALISATION!!

Colour BBLINDD!!

...the other day I met one of my friends who hated colours (no pun intented).The reason was very funny (intense)*, she was afraid that she may be hunted down by Colour blindness some day...so didnt wanted an attachment...black& white is not bad we had many good movies ,Chaplin', Kurosovas, et al;.
I couldn't but blankly stare at her like the ATM machine at Shopcom**,She's insane. How could she forget that she could have coloured dreams even when she was colour blind...she said something and waved off...some unknown wind carried her dupatta for her

rain, coffee and a bloody evolution

...you know what, a cup of hot steamin coffee,torrents of rain can actually make a world for you...add colours to your life.
Atleast it did for me,try this... jump out in rain with a cup of steamin coffee (make sure that you dont spill the whole lot of coffee while you jump),feel the tickling drops and slowly sip your coffee, the naughty drops may splash coffee on your face with their long dive in to your cup...forgive them.
why am I saying this, oh yes, these are memories of my childhood. I love/d rains like anything. So this jumping was a cliche for me.
Last day we had rains here, I felt so happy when the winds, the heralds brought the good news,I simply wanted to do the 'jumping act',I managed to collect the first drops on my tangled hair. Suddenly I as forced back to the cycle stand.I now had a mobile in my left pocket, IPod in my right, Lap( someone's) in my bag.

wise and the unwise

She was happy that she seemed wise,but I had to say "Its good for people to think that they are wise but never consider others fools...it contradicts the first thought".She kept mumm.
The difference between a fool and a wise person is that although both make mistakes a fool repeats the mistake and the wise man makes new mistakes...
I had it in my mind when we parted

Forget*

Don't forget to forget

the one's to be forgotten

or you'll forget to live the unforgotten!!!