The glorious road to victory

Screaming and kicking I fell down,
Biting the dust on the ground;
Falling deep in the abyss,
I realize my true spirit.

I get dragged hard,
With the ace of clubs and the rest of the cards;
I have fallen deep,
deeper than I thought.

I take a look beyond the hills
Gathering a sense of all my skills
I know I have fallen
I can’t look back now

I march ahead to glory
The darkness inside
I know its confounding
The walls around me now!!

A country of demi – gods

It remains, always, the country of Gods or godmen and now, in the present day and age, a country of demi - gods. It’s pathetic how we can always find someone or something else apart from our own consciousness to be the most sacred and a guiding source of light, the only thing that can really give direction to our slow paced and evil footed lives.

Well, I surely have started off with very strong words. Reason, I am amazed at the peculiar way in which our mental clocks tick. We need our parents to nurture us and keep giving us all the comforts, we need our teachers and school mates to help us constantly score good marks (believe me learning and knowledge accumulation is the least of our worries in school), we then, gladly fall prey to the cushion of our girlfriend’s bosom for facing the realities of life (choices to make and people to befriend), also somewhere along the line we have this parallel track of divinity which slowly gets entrenched in our minds through various mediums, like festivals, parents, teachers, schools and in the end by the time we touch that stage of our life when we need to make decisions, so very crucial to our destiny (let me use that word at the cost of sounding burdened by all the tracks) we are left incapacitated to make any move. If nothing else helps and we take the route leading to not so fruitful results we end up cursing the divine, or others who ideally should have given us proper guidance (huh), for whatever happened.

By the time we realize that the choices can not be made in accord with everyone else we end up forming these demi – gods in our mind. An actor from the film industry could be one good example, another could be business man. These creatures, though inspiring in many ways, are definitely not going to help us make crucial decision of our lives. We long to be with them. We burst crackers when their movies are released and celebrate when they win a huge business deal and mourn similarly when they lose a petty battle of their lives. Little do we realize that they are humans and make the same choices that we do and move in their lives pretty much in ways we do.

We are, at the very core of it, thumb suckers, who need constant crouching on others to take even tiny steps in our lives. We are the nation of demi-gods. Each one worshiping one, not being what they themselves can.

I go hunting

So you go hunting.... confused, so was I when I thought of this topic. While I am writing this I am amazed at the lack of clarity that I have in my life. The spirals and the tropical changes of behaviour, the choices I keep making and the people I keep meeting. Uhhh.

So where did I leave my sanity amidst all this confusion or is it that my loss of sanity is the primary reason of the never ending confusion. I don’t know. What I know is life keeps offering me choices... am pretty sure it offers the choices to you as well. What I make of them and how I approach the choices is what determines when and how the haze percolating through my mind and surrounding all my senses is going to disappear.

I know not many feel so disturbed. I have met these people. They keep questioning my logic of confusion, as though I know the logic. IDIOTS. If I knew what the logic was, wouldn't I be not confused.

So what am I confused about? The list is long and I don’t have patience. Ill just speak about what it means to go hunting. The predator hides in the fields slowly crouching towards the herd of its prey. Grazing unknowingly, the prey goes unhindered in all directions. The crouching tiger then points to one of the weaker looking prey and focuses entirely on its movements. Then one clean action is needed to begin the chase and end it swiftly by snapping the neck in two.

By hunting I mean looking at all the choices, slowly evaluating each one, and then focusing on one to attack it swiftly and cleanly. Then come back the next day to evaluate other choices.

Basic formula ATTACK EACH CHOICE ONE AT A TIME.

Why hunt? If the tiger doesn’t hunt it dies a slow and painful death. It knows it needs to make these rigorous evaluations everyday just to sustain its life. By making these choices it might be injured brutally and die on the spot. But dying slowly, knowingly, by the virtue of being lazy is worse. It erodes your systems and you can literally feel all your organs shutting down, one at a time. Your death approaches you in slow even paces and keeps hovering about you till all the life out of you is passed on to more productive creatures.

GO HUNT