Some Old Tragic Characters

Just continuing from where I left. Yeah I said I was going through an old poem. A poem call it rather poetry on Mahabharata . And he asks ‘Who is your favorite character?”. “Karna” I blurt out and he readily agrees.

My favorite two characters in world of History are Karna and Brutus. Pretty much similar they thought. Both good people who ended up on wrong side. Both wonderful people who were used and abused, but did they ever compromised on their dignity.

Both big idiots with capital I. if I have to write Mahabharata , I would never let a disguised Krishna beg for karna’s kavhca-Kundal , something which ensured Karna too joined ranks of mere mortals. Yes finally Karna could be cruelly killed. Krishna ensures , Karna knows it but embrace that ghastly death Karna all in name of keeping your solemn word. Rest as they say is history.

And what about Brutus?? Someone who stabbed his own greatest friend . Brutus was Caesar’s great friend whether sentiments were returned by Caesar , I have my own doubts.

“Et tu , Brute”? yeah it makes Caesar a hero, who was dead not because Cassius and kaska’s instruments were very fine tuned but he died because he could not take a half hearted faint strike from dear friend Brutus. I feel connotation may be slightly different. Caesar was too ambitious to have many good friends around him, he was simply surprised too see a fool Brutus go against him, Brutus does not have courage and mind to go against me , he will back me against his conscience , a complacent Caesar must have thought. Brutus made a mess of it by allowing Mark Antony to make a heartrending speech. “Friends , Romans , Countrymen Lend me your ears, I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him”…….. and Destiny is sealed forever. Why on Brutus ever did that ? he knew that glib is forte of Antony. And “Brutus is an honorable man” was sarcasm at its best that too for a man who was certainly chivalrous and honorable. Portia don’t need to come and support her husband I guess.

But as has been said , Destiny is cruel and may be the genuinely meek will never inherit the earth. “O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,”

Nocturnal Musings

A good night in offing. There is one soul here who can cheer up everyone and i can connect most to him. People don't take him seriously and he does not hold any thing of responsibility here.The most talented lad around only if is slightly more visible(That's the destiny more for college than for him).We scour the whole place to read an old forgotten poem and beautiful poem shines up the park. Well a hindi poem for all anglophiles that may be a dampner. These days I find myself pretty serene and peaceful. Previously experienced stirrings are missing somehow. Well may be it has effect of not thinking too much about too many things. Why is it so, why it should not be done this way? Where is the thrill in doing it? It’s damn boring leave it. I am not sure whether it’s an escapist in me holding charge of most of my affairs, pretty lazy human being dodging all uncomfortable questions and unwilling to grind . Or may be a sharp mind wanting to optimize its effort and seeing through most of things and which gets bored if things are not exciting and challenging.. Or may be it’s a combination of all three.

A sudden gush of posers before me by someone at this unearthly hour, so it culminates in an unfinished dream. Escaping from Delhi or not, all he asks. I concur; will be back in a jiffy.

A fulfilling day interwined with starry night

It’s almost 5 in the morning and I can dream with open eyes. Yeah I am back to life of insomniac. People have different reasons for insomnia. Some are plagued by worries, some fall prey to Venus’s charms, some get crumpled under old age and some simply don’t have refuge to take that appearing snooty nap. No, none of these reasons beguiles me yet I am sleepless in Delhi.

I have run out of energy for a change. I am feeling high today (No it’s not alcohol, haven’t taken it for a while), I am happy because I feel spent after doing something worthwhile. To be candid, I must say I always felt my days at my office would be well spent. Hurly burly life I relished there for a while but lost interest once it got repetitive. Yeah I had a great boss and lovely teammates yet pangs of ennui just kept me grimacing.

And then IIFT beckoned. Yeah, I was in ever churning stable of managers. Future managers if you want to adorn it and make an arrogant manager a bit flamboyant.

Well I deliberated for quite some time before arriving at decision that MBA(IB) won’t hurt though suppressed desires wanted to settle for nothing less than numero uno . Hmm my one of the best friend’s residence, the very same college.

That much required serenity dawns on my room, my roommates are already off to meet their dream queens (in their dreams of course). I can clutch to every single movement made in this campus, every unheard sound is perceivable.

Languid elegance holed up somewhere in me lures me now and as an deferential child I am ready to agree to all her whims and wishes. Time to call it day, one of more fulfilling days.

Grammies are Strange....but gets redeemed in the end..

I wasn’t a fan of The Doors in my college days. Fan? Well I did not know who Jim Morrison was before I knew Coordinate Geometry. It was a quiz where it all boiled down to One poet and one writer whose eyes were trained on future ( yeah Poet was Blake and writer Aldous Huxley). And question which had to decide the winner was about a band inspired by one of Blake’s poems and Brave new World’s author. Lame me could not think of anything but “Tiger Tiger Burning bright” and it was curtains for us. But it wasn’t “the end”, the band fired my imagination and yeah that chilly December evening the doors of perception were cleansed somewhat.

So it all started in tears but irony is this band of four(Morrison, Ray Manzarek, Robby Krieger and John Densmore) from California brightened many a dull moment for me, and I remembered hushed advice from my friend “Careful dear while playing the original version of The End at your home , you know folks may not like it”.

Morrison was cryptic and controversial, a lethal mix if you want to be an overnight celebrity. Teeny Boppers all over the world fell and they do keep falling, yeah world over Howard Roark is a young woman’s first crush but then move over Roark screamed the media we have found ours in Jim Morrison. Yeah Teeny Boppers lapped him up. Be his accidental fall or profanity filled The End Mother mother I want to *&)(&)(&(. Yeah Morrison died at young age of 27 and eternal romance of ours with death made him a legend .Yeah tragedy always makes legends , Bradman won’t ve been the same if Hollies delivery was well read by run machine and that much sought 4 runs in last innings were duly completed. That’s life, what could have been excites us more than what has been.

Ah loved you gentlemen, and finally Grammy knows what a fool it had been not to be adorned on deserved heads, it’s too late to be blessed with a Grammy but Grammy redeems it self by Lighting fire of million of ‘The Doors’ fans, not all ‘The End’ are controversial and tragic, few can be sweet and pleasantly surprising too

Trespassing the self

Few days are as serene as the one I am spending right now. After recharging my batteries for a couple of weeks, the world looks a changed place back here. Well these are still early days of what promises to be a stormy affair (the third trimester).
Beautiful cold creeps in, embracing you in a way you start craving for warmth more than ever before. But mercury may choose to dip, it soars my spirits. The early morning mist and dew caressing the feet (yeah I was forced to experience that twice this time around) are warmest experience I could ever have. And those leaves shimmering with dew who just waited for me to drop their blessings.

Sometimes it’s fun to be alone, marooned on a lonely island? Nah, I’ll prefer to be alone in deluge of humanity. It’s fun to be lost out some times. As of now even a room shared by 3 non stop loudspeakers wears a very tranquil look. Everyone absorbed in his own work, well that’s what life is. It’s so much hustle and bustle in this room, but golden silence dawns on us , that too with characters like Sid, Mickey and Ah me too around.

Yeah I said that’s life is all about. Sounds so cruel and yet so true, few years down the line that’s what life is supposed to be. Everyone busy is his/her own world, when everyone would long for the moments passed by.

Expectations?? Hah the biggest dampner surging emotions can handle. Tempers were sent flaring when they weren’t met and heartaches followed, sounds so somber, each smiling face has thousands stories to tell and few keep haunting as it did back one chilly evening of gone December. The world feels I am mature and I make a fool out of me by letting child in me come to fore. Unexpected surprises can beguile the best in business.
Oh some moments are fleeting. Serenity is still here, but usual suspects are back (all mentioned above) are back and yeah another fruitful discussion in offing.