Life Hues!! Literally!

Long streaks of thunder, gnashing against the black skies...
God of rays making it red, a short time later...
Peace at heart makes the sky look pleasent blue,
with the mist of doubts making it deathly white...
Treasured memories reflect in the starlit night,
while the moonlit skies indicate heavens above...
Agonies inside wrecks the happy skies with dark starless and moonless nights...
Thats not the skies sweetheart, its my mind...

Mind works in cycles. There are as many moods as there are hues in the world..
Can the mind be ever brought under complete control? I wonder...!

Mind! Again!!!

Mind with all its self numbing capacities is a whacky machine. When it mixes with hyper imaginative smirky soul like mine, possibilites are immense....!!

Got a strange thought yesterday. Was playing with Half Life and there was a part when i was to take the 'character' of the game thru some nerve wracking adventures. (Nerve racking for the character... not me... ;)) I had to take this character thru a 'khali' tunnel that had all unholy things ripping the heads off... I wonder if our 'GOD' is also that way... what if our lives are just a part of one large humongous computer game? and in that game, we are just some stupid characters with egos as big as mountains?? (Am i talking SIMS? Maybe, maybe not... )

We pass thru all things feeling confused about reality and illusion... and God says "What the heck... the machine freezed... i'll start the damned game all over again..." ...............................!! :

Happening RTC

Finally! Finally!! back again. Hopefully with a bang. I have been so lazy since two years that all the blogs that were in my head remained there.
So whats the deal this time? I was travelling in the buses of Hyderabad and I could see all the colors of life mingling with one another and give out brilliant hues...
A very well dressed young man in a very formal attire was standing in front of me... (Hyderabad ke buses hain mian... place milna mushkil nahin balki na mumkin hain...) As usual, he was balancing himself by holding a rod above and was sleeping on his "stand up" elbows. Well combed hair and clean shaven, this young man was wearing a nice pin striped blue shirt with a matching tie. The dark blue trousers were matching well too. But thats "wear" the good things end. The thing on his shoes was typical... It was a wonderful white sneakers... :):):) Agahst, i was wondering in which creative aspect did this "style" fit in... Before my mind could comprehend that, the bus hit a sudden brake... The sleepy formal attired guy slipped and fell on another guy... This guy was a marvel too. White dhoti and white shirt, with buttons off the shirt and revealing a torn baniyan, this gentleman believed in carrying a complete stationary shop in his pocket. Three pens of different colors and a pocket book with loads of stuff written and loads of papers mixed with certain notes of Rs. 10 - Rs. 500, the pockets contain everything varying from the passport to the bus ticket of travel done 3 weeks ago.
This stationary guys says "abey gadhe, nahi dikta kya? mere upar zar bolke girra?" THe sleepy guy, already irritated due to the fall and disturbance of sleep was annoyed to a good extent and retorted back... "dekh ke baat kar re rei. gadha kisko bola? sale ek laat mara to mar jayega"...
Guess whom they call donkeys?
I love you Hyerabad!!