Stories that lack meaning

 times have changed proclaimed Aladdin. 

He was standing atop a hill, looking down the valley, lush green growths encircled high rising warts. 

These warts housed many a crumbling worlds. 

Aladdin was sent to disinfect. 

From his backpack he took out a mask, a blindfold and a long gun. 

He put on his mask, put his blindfolds on for accuracy, and started shooting. 

The valley was soon covered in glowing red mist as the sun rose higher and higher in sky.. 

The dawn had broken. 

As Aladdin felt the heat of rising sun, he put down his gun, took off his blindfolds. 

As Aladdin rested, he noticed with satisfaction that autumn was on its way, the greenary had disappeared, the red mist was slowly lighting up the city lights, warts were preparing for their grand night.

Soon these will disappear, crumble away, be crushed and razed by Zaman until only the white sands remained.. 

Alladin was startled by the sight of clear red, green blossoms- he took up his gun and started shooting....

Wheels on the bus

 Wheels of the bus go round and round, the bus moves forward however. 

The purpose of wheel is to take the bus forward, and therefore go round and round. 

It is not for the wheel to reason why until it decides to come off. 

Entropy is the freedom from tyranny of indestructible symmetry. 

If someone locked in the cage for a very long time, were to be allowed to go out, live freely, and then put back, would the now free man resist or will he find comfort in the familiar? 

Indeed wouldn't the free create their own discreet chains when free, call it beauty, or if pushed a little more, roots or nostalgia? 

Answers to this question migh differ, and might be counter intuitive sometimes. 

Wheels of the bus go round and round.. all day long, for the pleasure of those who Yelp with pleasure sometimes, for reasons incomprehensible, inexplicable. 

And then why not.. 

Purpose is useful delusion, though a dangerous addiction. 

Across Chenab

Doomed love stories tug at heart, live deep, share company with fear.
Love stories aren't always doomed-in some the lovers live happily ever after.
The latter are the stories to be told shah of blah argued with whoever cared to listen, and mostly with himself.
The doomed stories are the ones that didn't end when the rays of sun left his orchard.
Stories of doomed love flooded the sands and grass and the bunds every night as the moon rose.
An inattentive listener would often be found washed ashore as the sun rose after the night of full moon
Wise men would wring their hands, wonder why the listener didn't wait for the next morning- for the story of life happily ever after.
Shah of Blah would look around- wink at the orchard, take his dip in the river, drenched- he would start his story

An Escape into Reality

I have a Dream, that my children, will one day, live in a nation   where they will be judged not by color of their skin, but content of their character
this was 1963, times have changed, dreams have gotten bigger, or at least different.
Or have they?

Krishna

i saw Krishna yesterday, he descended from top of of a forklift truck and gave his blessings and few Garba lessons to an eager crowd.Krishna was wearing imitation jewelry and a colorful dress that some artiste must have imagined that people 2000 years ago used to wear..
It became apparent that Krishna didn't belong here and now, it was a fossil that was on display..

Rebirth of Neo..

Mehnat ki loot sabse khatarnak nahi hoti,


Police ki maar sabse khatarnak nahi hoti,

Gaddari, lobh ki mutthi sabse khatarnak nahi hoti.

Baithe bithaye pakde jana bura to hai,

Sahmi si chhup me jakde jana bura to hai,

Par sabse khatarnak nahi hoti.

Sabse khatarnak hota hai murda shanti se bhar jana,

Na hona tadap ka, sab kuch sahan kar jana,

Ghar se nikalna kaam par, aur kaam se loutkar ghar aana,

Sabse khatarnak hota hai,

Hamare sapno ka mar jana. -- Paash

Neo was about to finish reading another of his favourite poems when someone knocked on the door.
reluctently, adjusting his patent leather tights uncomfortably, he shuffled to the door..
It was the dead guy from the 'Paan" shop. He was very regular, punctual, right on time with his white deathly face. It had been exactly 1 year since the dead guy died. since one year he had been coming regularly at his home, to fill in the second chair at Neo's dining table that Trinity used to occipy when she was around.
It had been one year since the old world has ended and a new one had began.In the brave new world Neo was feared. He was an outlaw, No one really knew him. House of Neo was invisible to the citizens of Kashi. the youngsters doubted it's existance, the old hands did, but they thought tht the destruction on old world had claimed his house... Neo had become a cult figure...

Age of Disbelief

"You must never tell me a lie.”


"That's not possible."

"Why not? Are going to lie to me? How do I trust you then?"

"I may or may not lie to you. You may trust me because there is no reason not to and because it doesn't matter whether I tell you the truth or not in any case... "

"Yes but isn't it all about trust & commitment?"

"Is it? I thought it was about understanding the truth and lies and commitments and betrayals of each other?

Isn't it about ability to live and plan without any reason to believe that life has ever yielded anything but naught to anyone?"

"But there is whole life between the naught and the naught...”

"Yes. And there so much of truth between the lies, and betrayal matters only when one has had enough evidence of commitment...”

"All this is sophistry. You know very well that one mustn't lie...”

"Do believe in a universal truth that has not been completely true even once? Not even fables?"

"You believe then that one should lie to people?"

"No. but people should not expect anyone not to...”

"But if you can't trust anyone to speak the truth, life will stop functioning... you will not believe when your cab wallah says he will take you wherever you want to, and He will not trust your money.

This complex web of life functions because people trust each other...”

"Precisely...”

"In order to function, one must trust others. It’s not a choice, its necessity.

In order to live in a way normally considered sane, one must believe in today and tomorrow.

In order to make the grand spectacles of human achievements, it is important to believe in legacy."

"Is it all a facade then? Nothing is worth anything? Morals, values, legacy, goodness, nothing?"

"It is important I believe... Hope is important, it's vital, values and morals and belief and trust are vital for life to function...

The catch is it's not our choice... life is not our choice, neither is death, neither are yin and yang, good and bad, truth and lie, trust and distrust... They are vital for the web of life. Life as we know it exists between interplay of so many of these poles...they structure our universe...."

"You speak too much... and not a lot of it is connected with what is happening in real life....Life is not about thinking it, but living it...”

"Right... That's why I must not lie, and I must..."

I give up on you. You seem to be incapable of living life, any sense of humor"

"But I am alive...”

"And you believe that it doesn't matter. Maybe that's why truth doesn't matter to you"

"But I just said it matters to me"

Why can't you simply promise to speak it then?"

"But I mustn't lie to you, by promising what I might not deliver"

“You just argued that you might lie if you must, why mustn't you then?"

"Hmm... maybe a bit of coffee and fresh air might help in clearing this matter...?”

"Yeah maybe...”

"You know I was really thinking about how people don't believe in truth anymore"

Yes they don't them prefer procrastinating and chewing on it between coffee breaks...”