fantasy to reality

For those who missed the book Eragon in all the hustle and bustle of Harry Potter here is a brief (no spoilers):
PART I:
In the ancient world of Alagasia, lived the son of a farmer Eragon whose life is finds purpose with the finding of a dragon egg he mistakes for a precious stone. The egg soon hatches and out come Saphira a brilliant and agile dragon who chooses Eragon as her Dragon Rider bestowing him with elf like powers of magic and enhanced physical abilities and senses.
It is said that the dragon and his dragon rider have a mind connection that makes them more ‘one’ than any other living creatures can be. While Eragon is the hot headed teenager eager to swing his sword at the smallest provocation, Saphira is calm collective and level headed and wise.
INFERENCE: this story was conceived by the author at the age of 13. At first glance it was a, what one might call, typical. As I read on an analogy hit me that I would like to share. I say every consciousness can be divided into an Eragon and a Saphira, the duo will work perfectly (here I use the term loosely) only when both are understood, appreciated and synchronized. At this point this moral if you’d call it is pretty straight forward but then there is part 2 and this doesn’t deal with psychology rather with facts, obscure facts that are so drenched in mystery we choose to ignore them to preserve our sanity.
PART 2:
The elves use a language called “the ancient language” to converse. The beauty of the language lies in the fact that it can be understood by all forms of consciousness irrespective of the species or intellect. None can lie in the ancient language and further more are bound to anything they have said or any word they have given. Interesting things happened to those consciousnesses that posses the ability of magic, all that they say (in the language) becomes true at the cost of the living creatures physical energy. While strong magicians can immerse themselves into magic easily the weaker ones have to dig deep into their minds and concentrate long enough to say what they desire in the ancient tongue.
FINDINGS: I have read of mentions of exactly such a language in ancient Indian scripts, further more it is said that monks and sages who dwell in the Himalayas have for thousands of years used the language to survive and further their quests. How often have we brushed off the mention of man talking to animals or making miracles as figments of imagination? It explains the numerous strange events that a very troubled or distressed mind has said to conjure.
Knowing what I knew made a simple child fantasy novel became a rather chilling experience. As the story progressed every line appreciated my findings. Further more there was never a single glitch in the entire story with respect to the logic it was built on, so perfect it was like the boy had past life intrusions it was most likely some good pair of eyes on the editing table but I like to keep a mystery unsolved. :)

Perfection : Part1

Perfection:

perfection should be unattainable.....yet there should be an infinite craving for it....thats what god must have said

i agree,he made the human mind so powerful he needed to make sure its working and spending energy on a universal goal that it will never achieve.

perfection is an issue for me...i,in spite of myself constantly feel like i have achieved it already...


this i realized as i write this post...on the current sense of things it seem true....maybe it can explain the rigidity with which i stand by my ideas....this tree needs strong winds to sway ....

only the morning before last these thoughts came to me...

i look at the sun as it raises....its so soothing...there he is...my father..the origin to all energy chains..his love is strange but pure...religiously providing....we all know the reason is love....but he wont show it..in a couple of hours he'll take his gaurd again then i wont be able to look him in the eyes he'll pretend its duty but i know cause right there morning before the first cup of coffee energizes him..there he is all vulnerable...love pouring out of his eyes as he forgetfully leaves the dam doors open

every morning.....

then i opened my mouth and said........

if u look from farther enough..everything is perfect........

like every other time in the past 2 yrs words like these only entertain the air....suddenly a small gush of cold breeze..as though nature agreed with what i said.......

i smiled with my heart as my mind connected the thoughts(dots)....i don't know what the sun is like from up close but from here it is the most perfect sphere man has ever seen....maybe even the only perfection man has ever seen....oh i take that last line back...absent minded, i forgot about the Mona Lisa smile...

is that it??......is that how simple the answer is....am i looking at myself from too far to see my own imperfections??

oh god i wish it was as simple as Stain says it is
" i'm on the outside,
i'm looking in,
i can see through u ...see your true colour"

Copy Cat

The genre of dead deader deadest, with which I started off died as I became obsessed with my dear cousins idea of quoting lyrics from the music I enjoy. I allowed myself to borrow this idea because I share his love for music (read Pink Floyd).

Of late I became conscious of this…..err… piracy and am trying to bounce back to the original form of ranting. I owe this realization to a rather worrying thirst I developed of late to prove myself.

With this thought in mind I started off making the same mistake I always make when trying to 're-achieve' past glory; I try to place myself in that time frame, try to re-think those thoughts, re-say those words, to redo those actions and re-live those emotions.

It’s in Srinivasan’s lecture that I realize that this is why I’m drawing a blank every time I bring pen to paper. I must write in accordance to current emotions, and if it doesn’t permit a D, D’er, D’est genre, then so be it.

"

don’t close your eyes;
don’t close your eyes,
This is your life…… ”

-Switchfoot

Not a Fair-y Tale......

Once upon a time, there lived an ambitious young lad, who spent most of his childhood watching discovery channel and captain planet, the sight of countless animals and African children (no disrespect intended) suffering brutally so that some urban community can have better lives convinced him that it was his destiny to change all that.

First he did what all children of his age did, he imagined, for it was the most powerful weapon he possessed at that time (and it continues to be so).he imagined that he would study hard, earn a lot of money and give it all to his heroes, The Crocodile Hunter, The Whale Catcher, The Elephant Guy, Snake man and so forth (all discovery channels stars).

As he grew slightly older, he realized that the necessity was not funds but man power, there is no one dedicated enough, strong enough, independent enough and most importantly selfless enough to take responsibility to make sure the funds are used.

That thought put two distinct paths in front of his-was he to be that all important platform, the buffer? That would be a sacrifice of a life time, to face the countless hardships and physical and mental torture. The other was, obviously lucrative and EASY.

He was too young for a decision like that, so he let himself choose option 2.
What followed was an endless feeling of guilt that still resides deep in the interiors of his bartered innocent mind. He unfortunately didn’t do anything about it until it was too late to review that decision, so to sooth himself he did the next obvious thing, he thought of a merger, to use all the power bestowed to him to converge both paths, to create a midway…….

BUT HOW???

"You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking."

-Pink Floyd

Love is Life

why space is expanding linearly with time???
why are extra electons are recorded durin interference?
how can matter exist both as mass an wave?
why is a farmer satisfied with 2 rotiz an a scientist not satisfied by any answer?
why are dogs so loyal?
why is ther genetic similarity between thoughts of parent an sibling?
why does it take an ugly boy to see real beauty in a girl?

the answer to all these questions is love

its not cranky or girly or pink...its the universe

Where am I ?

Quite a few people have asked me about my college and how life is going on here, so I decided to write something about it....
Well to start off my college is called JIIT-jaypee institute of information technology, backed (apparently) by the jaypee industries.
It has reached the status of deemed university last year which means the institute is self sufficient and is not answerable to any board or other organization, which is a good thing cause the course is very flexible and on par with the current trends etc
The campus is as such quite small (around 17 acres) but the construction is elegant (jaypee likes to keep its name when it comes to construction work I guess) it’s got the unpainted brick wall Italian look that gives it an air. The location could have been better; Noida is NOT the pet city of Delhi (contradictory to what is usually assumed).
That’s the background now lets look at run time!!
We have 4 lecture halls (capacity: 250) and 8 class rooms (capacity: 50) and a lot of tutorial rooms (capacity: 30-40) so the senior lecturer does the lectures and the other bozos take the tutorials. All this is fine (except the attendance-80%mandatory!!!).
The mess food sucks… that’s quit obvious
And the cafeteria never gots the right stuff at the right time(there is only 1 :( ).
This is the material crap that can be managed or at best shunned but then there is the air. the AIR .you just cant describe it, stale as though it’s a grave or something!!
Swollen faces, lame unreasonable jokes, loud metal rock music(ofcourse i have no problem with it but the tastes are so alike.....like all of us suffer the same pain.....), everyone is always in their all-time “low”.
I write this wondering whatz wrong here….
Everything is fine on the outside
Cant help but quote pink floyd

“Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?”

Feels Like Home..

"it was a great day at the office honey"

the day was long and hard but very inspiring...

met a lot of intresting people

actually 2 intresting gals...

point to be made is

that after a long hard day in delhi

i came back to our fort red(hostel)

it felt like home!!!

the secure feeling of being home

then it hit me

i have been here for a year