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Clock strikes a tick and that moment goes by
Gone forever, matter not how hard you try
Its upto whether you trudge,try or shrivel up and cry
And this is what i am...

Of black, grays and white... like virtue and wine
A lesson learnt today is a lesson in time
Blurred in the moment..stand on the crossroads; blind
And this is where i am...

Questions and answers...are cryptic alike
Under lock and key... like that mysterious smile
Then a voice tells you to fight the good fight
And this is how i am

They tell us to keep the faith and that God has a plan
Day after day... not one gives a damn
Silent spectator... its man versus man
And is this who i am ?

The pursuit of contentment

The Art of being contented with what life has to offer is a difficult art. By the time you master it... life has nothing more to offer. A graduation by default. A crash course in the same discipline happens everyday. Every day, there is this one frame...this one flash that defines that day. Sit down and reminisce of what you will remember of today in the morrow. Food, id say is the most beautiful metaphor of all... as beautiful as beauty is metaphorically. Contentment : Satiation. Put this into perspective, the morsel you wasted last night or the mess around your dinner plate could have nourished someone somewhere. The question is must you feel sorry for them or your actions. I will not take the moralistic high ground saying " we are criminals and our crime is the unequal distribution of opportunities ". I personally am all for charity, but charity done for the sake of charity is business/obligatory. Obligations and me have a difficult history. and id leave it at that. Charity must not be something you practice for getting recognition. Far from it... the beauty lies in its anonymity...like providence. Coming back to food, the dinner table is the greatest leveler. Not one man doesn't long for the first morsel of food. Beggar and king, eyes twinkle alike. The conversations made on dinner table teach one a lot. I count myself to be unfortunate to have not been a part of any residential educational institution/hostel. Though on second thoughts, id rather live in the comfort of my room with the security of my folks reassuring me from across the walls. The last supper is a classic example of this idea... Jesus, Judah, 10 others... all bonded by a simple diet of bread and wine. all Leveled. People talk about changing the world and not knowing where to start off... just like how I'm looking to study for my engineering examinations and not knowing where must i start from. Changing the world isn't a big deal. The big deal is nature of this change, its impact and its sustenance. Idealistic : every man can change the world. Problem : they don't give a flying fuck... just like me. Caught up in the medley of the mundane. Nuclear pollution doesn't bother me... what bothers me is getting straight A's. I'm no Jesus of this suburbia. If i changed the world, will god read up on microwave devices and circuits. NO But hey, Microwave theories don't tell me not to commit random acts of kindness... By kindness i mean anything that doesn't piss the other person off. If i commit sin, must i do equal amount of good to ensure a date with St. Peter or whoever is heaven's Gurkha. I dunno.. do i believe in hell... i don't know. Do i believe in Life..i dunno.. but what i do know is i believe in Living. That is a fine art...we all must learn.

The selfish they're all standing in line...
Faith in their hope and to buy themselves time.
Me, I figure as each breath goes by,
I only own my mind.