Sour !!!

I wonder why this happens only to me and why the reason seems to be so obscure that I so much depend upon others for the sake of my happiness. What others do makes me happy….why there is no way i search the happiness myself. I feel hurt…when things turn upside down feeling that after all people were never concerned for me…they were taking an advantage of being entertained….and why i was their entertaining character….

Sour !!! its sour reality which definitely hurts… Continue reading

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Rainbow…

A band of Seven Colours

Seven Doors of Hope

What if one is closed…

There are still six more….

Pandora’s box of tragedy…

Preserved hope in it….

Sysipusian mystery….

Of rolling up boulder…

A hope indeed…

Rainbow…..

A band of seven colours…

Seven doors of hopes…

What if one is closed…

There are six more…

Six more….

Hanging…

Drop....Photo by Kishor...

Drop....Photo by Kishor...

 

 

Like the water….

Hanging….in the branch…

Doesn’t knows…

When it will fall…

I am….

Hanging

In a branch called life….

Excatly….I don’t know…

When I am going to fall…

Uncertainly…..

Then….

I won’t be drop anymore…

No, more existence…of

mine….

Oedipus Rex

Oedipus Rex by Sophocles at Gurukul…

And, Odepius Rex ‘s Tickets were selling like the hot cakes…that’s why I was disappointed Saturday…but not on Sunday….

Oedipus Rex begins with the city plagued..and people have gathered around his palace. Oedipus has been made King of Thebes in gratitude for his freeing the people from the presence of the riddling Sphinx. Since Laius, the former king, had shortly before been killed, Oedipus has been married to Queen Jocasta and has children with her.

Once again Thebes is in problem and people want Oedipus to rescue them. Creon, Queen Jocasta’s brother has been sent to God Apollo who return with the news that the cause of plague is because of criminal who has killed King Laius. Then a blind seer,Tiresias is called and he reveals that Oedipus is himself the killer…and is son of King Laius and husband to his own mother. In outrage and anger Oedipus  imposes on the penalty of exile  for the murderer of Laius.

Queen Jocasta, however says that King Laius had been killed by robbers years later at the junction of three roads on the route to Delphi. Continue reading

Well, I hope….

Utopia…

I am imagining that I am so happy…so happy that nothing can match my happiness and nothing can challenge it. I am thinking of hoping that nothing has ever happened to me. Why this real world and real people are so annoying…is this my own feeling…or it is real…No, I am writing utopia…( i fear each word can be dystopia )

Well, I wonder why I am so unaware of posting the review of Oedipus Rex..which I saw last sunday…First it must be completed then….but why the hell the review after writing, deleting, updating…I am so unable to complete it.

Why I fear with the eyes with spectacles….everywhere…I am scared… is…I have not even looked at  picture…then why you scare me….I don’t even know how you look like. Continue reading

Chaos…

C + H + A + O + S

Orderly…..life….

Becomes

Disorderly….

Few Minutes…

Few Moments…

Changes the world…

I am typing…

Words…

Who…knows…

Within a moment…

I can fall…

This empty vessel….

And I shout…I am not…..

Again….

C + H + A + O + S

In Tranquility ( Are we related ?)

While preparing exam….and reading so much of western literature…and about so many people….learning them their life by heart…Learning their life-styles , their time…their attitudes, emotions…that also by heart….From Shakespeare to Beckett, From…Jonathan Swift to Jane Austen to George Eliot…to D.H. Lawrence, Virginia Woolf…

These amalgamation of streams of people and their life definitely affects…in one way and the other…and this effect tranquilizes me…like this…I wonder why I keep on imagining things….Effect ..definitely it effects when you turn same page on and on… ( hehe!)….

Sometime…while studying I think and imagine so many things…like now..I am beholding images of so many dead people….dead but immortal people…Shakespeare as an instance…one of his verse..( oh ! I forgot it now )…..challenges time…and says…his dark lady remains eternal with his black ink, Invention of press…by John Gutenberg ( i think ) and so many other inventions…Albert Einstein’s inventions…so many people…

Our ancestors ( ahem! )..let me choose my ancestor…( ahem! ) Mona Lisa…hehe No No……Helen…hehe…No No…I was just kidding…hehe..

One thinking came in my mind…I term this feeling or thinking as the one in tranquility…because these are my pure and true feelings and this is why I term this as “in tranquility”.. Continue reading