Similitude...

like the light at the end of the tunnel..,
the impenetrable darkness never fades,
like the fragrance of the flowers..,
the leaves break and wither to all shades...

like the stars scintillating at night..,
the summer sun singes the sand,
like the tranquil breeze through the hair..,
the prodigious high tides lash the land...

like the green cover in the forest..,
the deserts line the map of earth,
like the ethereal fog on the cold surface..,
to carbon black smoke there's no dearth...

like the serene blue skies..,
the honks-brawls never cease,
like the 'sweet dream' each night..,
the nightmare perturbs thy ease...

like the path that lies ahead..,
the trail left behind is daunting,
like the heights newly attained..,
the GHOSTS of the past are HAUNTING...

Ground Zero...!!

“delta force on stand by…”
“start work on ground zero…”
“roger that…!!”

no I’m not planning bombarding any enemy base with nuclear WMDs..Literary WMDs are the order of the day. The military perceives “ground zero” in a completely different manner than what I reckon.., it’d be advisable to warn the people interested in the armed forces that the matter might be so not ‘ground zeroish’..!!

for starters, ground zero is exactly how I feel trying to post something here after a long gap.. abstract nonsense being my forte, a ground zero article on the same fascinating phrase is not something to put for an exhibition anyway..I’ll still try do some justice...

life itself personifies ground zero in umpteen no. of ways.. wonder how u work really hard for something and it falls out all of a sudden leaving u stranded at the same point u had started building it from, it gives a feeling of remoteness, the unpleasant placidity of solitude which exactly defines this zero ground..The path from this point is steep and often deemed condemnable..

and i can go on and on, on this abstractionism..


but my special reference is to the one manifestation most of the undergraduate students face during graduation.. MTECH or MBA or MS..? Which exam to pursue..?? When to start..??? the current world scenario(read recession) has lead to one thing remarkably, it has narrowed the window of opportunities for a graduate.. Thus it has inevitably lead to an increase in the rush towards the masters.. Now, how is it any better than the dilemma in grade 11, or how is the fight (read preparation) any worse than the rat race in grade 12, I wonder..
the question is enigmatic.. And so is ground zero..

Ground negative anyone???

The 31st century...

I have an 'unusual' friend.. staying with me at home.. Its not unusual to have 'unusual' friends nowadays though.. Most of my peers flaunt one.. From the very inception of the 'friendly earth' space odyssey in the last century, 'unusual' people, or aliens (as famously known) have taken quite a fancy to our planet.. Aliens gading around our earth in pairs is a pretty common site..

I fondly remember the day when we managed to establish contacts with the first extraterrestrial clan in space.. Our centuries old quest for life in space had finally bore results.. We had achieved what our ancestors had long coveted.. We've come a long way since.. The intermingling of communities was a natural consequence..

Yes, i go to school.. I have to be there each day..From evening to night.. It was called off yesterday, when the mega air generators developed a technical snag.. The enclosed glass building went short of air..

My teacher teaches us a lot of new things.. The onus is really on the comparison of our earth as it had been in the past and as it puts up now.. She says they had tall green living species called 'trees' which gave them oxygen to breathe.. I cant connect to it.. Why would any living being give away its produce for free?
Their food comprised of 'fruits' of plants! I guess they wouldn't have to pay for the nutrition centers, that we visit once a week for our bodily requirements..

She says the temperatures hovered between 20 to 40 degrees around the world! What a damned cold place it would have been!! We don't even have temperatures that low at the north pole today!

Further, There were distinct portions of land called countries and the inhabitants fought over pieces of land!! No such issue with us, considering we spend most our time in air or in space..; most of the 'land' is gobbled up by the seas anyway..

At my domed air sack at home, i usually get across my time by the Time Transporter Modules.. I use my Telepathic Ports to play and chat with my friends on nearby planets.. Some of them had to leave earth during the Resettlement Operation last year.. The 10x Master Processor randomly lists out the inhabitants to be transported every 5 years in order to decongest the overcrowded planet..

I have to help my 'unusual' friend as well, somehow.. He fears getting out in the sun..He cant bear the atmospheric conditions too much..He says his species are in danger of being wiped off..I know how the flora and fauna were wiped off in the early ages... He tells me he is a homo sapien.. I know i should help him reach the Species Conservation Centre across the globe..The aquarium is indispensable for the fishes..

After all, HUMAN BEINGS are an Endangered Species..

"Am i myself..??"

I close the door.. I grab a chair. I look up in the mirror..

I see a silhouette, unrecognizable, peering through.. I dont see the beady eyes... I dont see the pursed lips..

Am i sad? I aint happy..


I dont feel the expressions.. I dont see a smile.. I dont feel an anguish.. The hair aren't strewn..

Am i awake? I aint in slumber..


I dont see an attire.. I dont see any prints..They appear eroded, faded.. Covered with ebony soot as if..

Am i achromatic? I aint much vibrant..


I dont like those lights.. They spread the luminance around.. Why waste it? I dont like sunlight.. Revealing the numbness..

Am i insecure? I aint much confident..


I like the night.. When its dark.. No soul breathes around.. Breathes under my neck.. Lets me be free.. To forage around.. Spread my wings..

Am i nocturnal? I aint luminiferous..


I am a mere reflection.. I dont feel your dismay, your shame.. I dont enjoy your ecstasy, your success..

Am i myself? I aint a stranger..



I do comprehend my consternation.. I want to be free.. I want exoneration..

From your soul.. From your guilt.. From YOUR world..

Who am i?

I am your SHADOW.. Your night shadow..

Do you have the time...?

"What are you trying to do !!?" I exclaimed as I noticed my fellow engineering classmate copying out chemical reactions on a notebook, from a 12th class chemistry book, a coupla days before our sessional exams, My mind in its workshops started exploring possible responses as it took a devoted ride of all our engineering subjects trying to link them with 12th class chemistry. But each connection seemed preposterous and futile..

And then she spoke.. Her words struck me like a jolt from the sky and i could feel my ears ringing with the reply.. "I’m making notes for my younger bro in class 12 who's going to appear for boards soon." i was simply awestruck to say the least. I recalled how i had reacted when my sister called me up for her doubts and queries last day. The instinctive guilt and self reproach flooded in, like a stream of wind on a chilly winter night.

expressing my introspective thoughts and my rationale was hence due..

This world moves at a fast pace.. Faster than we perceive it is, theoretically.. Fast it is., for look around you, who's got time? Everyone seems to be 'getting late' for one thing or the other, striving to catch up with the elusive time in his/her life.. Pragmatically analyzing, apathetic or not, one would have to anxiously contort(not really desirable this) his/her arduous schedule in order to help someone out at short notice.. Fast it is, for scrutinize the people around you, who cares? Think deeply, people seem to care and worry only about the people who have their lives intertwined with their own.. Every single person, with his/her own sense of the world, seems to be justified in whatever he/she is doing, vying for that 'ultimate' goal of his/her life.. Slow, the world gets, only for those who lose track, or the ability to forge ahead like the rest to achieve what they want.. The experienced have cried- Stop not, for you'll be left behind.., transforming your march in a rather steep climb, post your trivial lull.. A climb that is denunciated, for it carries through till the very end..

Utterly Cynical you think then, is all this?? The opinion well, is divided., amongst those who have TIME for all this and amongst those who don’t really care. I know I dont.., but yep, got enough to catch the irony..!!