The Air Conditioner

The AC dragon wakes up occasionally from its sleep and breaths its "cold fire" out, sending a shiver through the spine. 

A "FUNDAMENTAL" LOVE STORY

ALL MATTER MADE UP OF QUARKS AND LEPTONS;

ME, U , THE KEYBOARD, THE MONITOR...... ALL......

WHAT QUARKS AND LEPTONS DO, WE DO...

WHAT THEY DON'T DO WE DON'T DO!!!

QUARKS AND LEPTONS 'LIVE'

THEY, 'GROW UP', 'GO TO SCHOOL',

'WRITE EXAMS', 'FEEL HAPPINESS AND SORROW',

OH! 'QUARKS AND LEPTONS' FORGOT TO WRITE ABT 'GAUGE BOSONS'!

THE FUNDAMENTAL CARRIERS OF FORCE BETWEEN QUARKS AND LEPTONS!

"QUARKS AND LEPTONS" FELL IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER "QUARKS AND LEPTONS";

BUT THERE WASN'T ENOUGH NUMBER OF GAUGE BOSONS TO MEDIATE THEIR LOVE.

THE "QUARKS AND LEPTONS" LEFT THE "QUARKS AND LEPTONS"

BUT THEIR LOVE WAS SO "STRONG" THAT ,

THE LOVE ONLY GOT STRONGER WITH DISTANCE. 

THE CITY

The city buzzes around me;
Fast and furious, towards an unknown destiny;
I see a butcher's table, beside a blood covered wall,
A small meat shop on the roadside, it goes past my view.
Mansions and sky scrapers, symbols of luxury;
Men, women and children sleeping on pavements;
Contrasting colours they are.
I see men taking bath in a small bucket of water;
Women cooking food in front of their tents,
And children playing shuttle on the road.
And the starless night sky looms above me,
With a single moon in it.
My bus awaits its destination,
Caught up in the maze of a traffic block,
With deafening horns from nearby vehicles.
I too await my return to my home.
To sleep and wake up the next morning
Again to the daily routines demanded,
By the fast and furious city.

Heart and the soul

I saw the soul which eroded from you,

Wandering helplessly.

I let it reside in my heart for a while.

Then you found it and demanded it back.

I returned your soul which was in my heart,

Undamaged, and went my way happily.

But I felt something missing from me.

It was my heart.....

THE SEA

After many days I saw the se full,
It was high tide, with strong,
But pleasant winds, which made
The waves dance, in glee.
They rose in the shining evening sun,
Who cast a dazzling glow on the sea,
Playfully they rose, gracefully,
Reached the shore and broke with all force
Against the rocks on the shore.
I watched and watched, and felt it inside me.
Yes I was seeing her in a new light,
The almighty sea, whom I was afraid of,
Now as the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And understood, that she's just like me. :)

Some thoughts about my human life.

Well I don't know exactly where to begin. So if this post seems to be uncorrelated at any point of time, pls forgive me.
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The events that have been happening in my life for the past few days have made me write this post. I'm extremely annoyed and am feeling uncomfortable. When I seek solace, all can obtain is some advise, regarding life and all. That has made me rethink about my life in general. There was a very old question which used to fascinate me.
"Why am I in this universe? Why am I born on this earth?What is my place in this universe? Is it for a reason?If so, what?"
Life is a bit complicated, not as simple as we think. I'm not talking about the emotional things regarding humans only. everything seems to be trivial to us, because we are omitting the fact that, there are other species on earth other than humans. We have (passively) taken for granted our being human,without question. I wonder what I would have been, had I not been a human being. What would have I been? A bird? A worm? A cat? A tree? Or soil? What would have I heard had I been a bird? How would have I experienced smells had I been a dog? How would have it felt to fly without any burden? And how scary would have it been if some human hunted u and killed you? (Not that humans don't kill humans.) Thanks, at least I'm a human. Then I'm the member of a highly privilaged species, a species, which believes that it is the most wonderful creature that has ever come to existence. Again I feel frustration of being a human and at the same time happy about it. Happy because I can read Harry Potter, eat chocolate and learn physics (this is the only reason why I love being a human). But then I don't know how it feels to be another organism. But the fact that humans though highly developed, are causing mass destruction of the earth is frustrating.

And the emotional parts too. I don't know whether other organisms have as much emotion as humans, but human emotion is celebrated, of course the reason being, us belonging to the human race. When the so called relations give frustrations, sometimes we will consider not being a human atleast once. I'm bound by the karma, as described in texts written by humans, for humans, to the world including humans. (Trust me, your world will become boring if you see only humans in it.) And humans judge me, who is a human, and place me in a position designed by humans in a society by humans! Oh! God! [Even the Gods of humans are human shaped ones. Why don't humans worship Gods having other forms? If birds have a God, would it be a Bird God?] It seems to be a never ending loop and I want to get out of it. I want to shun my body and get out of it forever, but it worries me a little, since my "ahankaram" asks me the question "What will happen to me after my death?" I'm willing to die, as far as my conscious mind survives.In other words, if the information processing going on in me survives, I can die happily, since my ahankaram survives. Fear of death is only your pride's fear that it will be destroyed. [This is a new theory I've found out.] What wouldn't I do if my super powered mind gets out of my body without being hurt. I can travel the whole universe without the constraints of my body, go into the core of the sun, go to galaxies, to the centre of a black hole and roam around everywhere in the universe. It is a very exciting prospect. I wonder what happens to the mind when one dies. Mind may be the total outcome of some electrical signals inside you, but what about the information stored in it? Where does it go?Is information not conserved? You live through photos and videos and audio recorded during your lifetime, even after your body dies. Let me rule out silly ghost stories and other stupid stuff. KamalHasan once said "Death is like the full stop to a sentence. Without it, life has no meaning." Stories speak about afterlives, rebirth, many lives; you become different organisms in different lives. In a sense that's true, for everything is made up as a combination of the available resources and they are recycled throughout. You never know, what atom you have got inside you. It is probable that you have got the same electron which was present in an ancient dinosour. :)
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That's all for now, since my human body is telling me that it needs some good sleep. It is in an unknown yet, a world assumed to be well known,on behalf of my being human.

PS:My being human, has given me an opportunity to use the device called computer and type out this post in a human language called English!

A banyan tree

There was a banyan tree on a street in a big city. It stood on the roadside,with its branches spread all around it, and with its roots hanging like an old witch's long hair. During day time it stood there watching the heavy traffic on the road and the busy crowd passing beneath its shadows,while the lovely wind would ruffle its leaves and they would acknowledge the wind by nodding happily. Some tired person would take a minute's rest or two, but then he/she too would hurry and disappear in the masses. At night it slept, beside a sodium vapour lamp, with its leaves quiet, with the gentle wind passing soothingly through its branches. The late night traffic would sometimes wake it from its peaceful sleep, and then the tree would wonder at the passengers.

There were two girls, who used to pass by that road, late at night, after their work, in a bus. They used to look at the banyan tree which stood in the shadows of the enormous building behind it and would say, "It looks like a witch!". They would look at it every day and admire it, for it was one of the sights which made them happy along their boring journey back home. The banyan tree had also noticed its friends, and would wait for them every night before it slept. It never spoke to them, but would nod gently with its leaves at its friends; those friends whose dreams and aspirations would bloom and wander along with the wind, in the starry night.