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I’m hoping to get regularly blogging again, provided a masters education allows me the good fortune of getting as far away from it as possible. Nonetheless, victory shall duly be ours. For tonight we dine in hell’s kitchen. Mainly because they’re serving pancakes! Woo!

What? Can’t take on bigger guys? Hope you’re enjoying spending every second of your dark as hell day, in whatever hole you defecate and breed in, with your piddly Dell computers because one can’t really call what you experience as life.

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Image by Anirudh P. Asher

Solitude and solidarity are two different words that have barely much in common, but somehow, exhibit so much of each other in a sense that surpasses dimensions and the human experience. One means the feeling or action of unity that our souls feel and the other points to the loneliness that we embody, but on another plane somewhere the two are one and the same in a sacred spiritual promise that binds them together like brothers.

It’s a strange feeling being able to feel your solitude and solidarity at the same time, and not one that one might get often. In the present scenario there is happiness, joy, light and boundless noise along with plenty of family, and yet there is the promise that must be fulfilled towards the same family in the form of education, and that special someone. Infinity may feel a lack of ways to succumb to the need to describe this, but to really feel it oneself, is an experience beyond the scope of fathoming the cosmos.

That is all, only a description can fill the void that is left behind by the lack of this experience, moreover when one’s duties swing over ones head like an axe. The axe needs to be cleared of a crime it didn’t commit, of being a negating factor in all of this. The axe is the very reason why the objects, the light and the people are so vividly seen, why the light shines before peoples eyes when it does like a bright pyrotechnic display in the mind: perspective.

Perspective is a constantly changing phenomenon. It changes with time, with the angle at which you view something and even by the number of butterflies that sit calmly and count the hours in your pockets. Though we may always wish that we might be able to see the universal perspective, the angle, my friend, is reserved. For whom? For the universe ofcourse! And though we may practice today, tomorrow and the rest of our lives, that perspective extend just as far as you got close, which in its entirety isn’t necessarily a bad thing, considering the leaps and bounds with which you would have trained yourself to view reality, causality and the evermore ethereal chains of fate.

May you have an infinitely beautiful festival of lights, love, joy, success and profit in every endeavour, this year and every thereafter with increasing plenitude. So take some time out of your day to sit at the edge of a road that drives by the sea and think of the two brothers and the moths with their twitchy timepieces.

Photo by Anirudh P. Asher

Often we ask ourselves the question about whether or not we should be doing whatever it is that we are. Though when faced with the long ignored question of “is this right for me?”, it doesn’t really take much to scamper away, proverbial tail tightly tucked between real legs. So when a person tells you how much they appreciate a certain part of your contribution to the world, when they have absolutely nothing to gain other than pure pleasure and joy from the resultant instantiation of said skill, we are left with a magical substance that many men have gone absolutely insane searching for throughout their lives.
In the same way that Aamir Khan in Taare Zameein Par, speaks of a tribe that got together and abused a tree to kill it with words rather than tools, consider the scope of this topic to be the exact opposite of the said example. Saying “I love you” to anything living or non-living gives that thing super-powers beyond our wildest imaginations, while in process proving to us time and again how important we are to those around us and how much we need that warm fuzzy feeling of being loved rather than material possession and superficial experiences. But a man’s got to eat.

Thus, we understand that often we will be required to do things (some call them duties) the long way, the wrong way or sometimes even in a direction that seems like its going off a cliff, though the least important of the direction you take is what you can see from step zero. No one can see where they’re going to be in two years. One certainly didn’t exactly two years ago. At the most we can imagine what country we will be in in the same amount of time, though even that is sketchy at the most. The reality that absolute control is a myth, is a myth, just like the men that went absolutely bonkers searching for “the substance”. The reason: there is no substance, and if there is, it doesn’t exist in our dimension, except inside of our souls. Just like a snow flake that turns to water as soon as your bare skin touches it, this substance too is just as beautiful, just as delicate and some might even argue that just as abundant in the winter rather than any other season. Provided that winter is as carefully timed as the events in our lives.

This is where the reasoning arrives at “reason-less is reason-more”, the less the reason for any person to tell you how good you are, even in the slightest way, the more you have a reason to believe them. An aspect that surely makes humans seem fickle at the most, and suckers at the least. Though if one must be a sucker, it is best to be a sucker for achieving what you’re best at, so believe in yourself, your abilities before believing others. For it is only when you will trudge on achieving what you love and gain the floating golden coins in the sky, will you be able to save the 8-bit princess at the very end, whether or not her name is Peach is in your own path to find out.

Who are we to question what the universe aligns us with? The vessels ofcourse! The same one that holds all the mushy gooey and often smelly innards that we call a lifesystem, what if it all the above were to appear to us without any natural linkage? It might be called a filthy mess if I were to ask you, that is. The thought process behind the said gross descriptions above is that if all our body parts didn’t co-operate with one another, seeing a hand walk one way and hair slither in the other, would be very much like an it and a thing. Jokes aside, all body parts must align with each other’s deeds, and in most of humanity’s case they usually do, atleast for a warranted amount of time. For if they don’t its called death, which is not very favourable, especially if you are aware of its existence.

Coming back to the topic, if you really want something, think long and at hours on end about it, imagine being where you want, with what you want, when you want and how you want. Fill in the blanks and the blanks shall be filled, tie the madness with love and anger with love and shame and loathing all with love, for the rope is not a fastener, it is a converter, a missionary that converts everything that you want into reality and everything otherwise into a want and wish that you desire.

Happiness is calling, pick up the phone, she wants to tell you to hold, for success has the urgent need to salsa with you.

They say a home is where the heart is; nothing quite explains what home means other than a macbook pro, atleast not to me. Its sleek, has lots of shiny components, a beautiful screen, is powerful system, made out of aluminum and most of all just works when you really need it to. All the features one would want in their home. Best part about the home that exists within each of us, is that the bricks and mortar are completely replaced every seven years. So why we as humans seem to get more excited about a piece of technology, that we must wait in a line for is barely anything in comparison to the constant process of software updates, coding rehashes and hardware replacement that goes on with the most powerful computer ever made!

True immortality really is about storing ones own integrity in limbs of metal. Soon enough there will be enough medical breakthroughs to allow the line that blurs humans from animals to be blurred. The line between humans and machines to be blurred and soon enough our hearts will be not just be running Lion, but they will also be created by newton’s Apple.

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Can you find the Myna?

As I alight the ten seater shuttle bus at the end of my street, the sky suddenly becomes clear and stars glimmer as if saying in this icy universe that “Everything will be grea….”, one’s fingers suddenly start clamouring for attention, not an uncommon sight on a five degree night. The stars continue to shimmer down through the sky that seems like a slab of clear see through ice with bubbles that glow with a disdain for the glowing ball of fire that appears ever so often. It has stayed away from the Melbourne sky for the last few weeks now and may never show itself here again. As my shaky hands and I walk past the house with Japanese tenants and a dog that might as well replace their shag rug, the smell of the strange Australian flower begin to incite and seduce with their lustful scent, as the sleeping image of the Japanese rug dog along with the dim but warm glow of the house begin to play in ones mind, the flowers are calmly doing what their souls command them to…

Induce a deep blue slumber, where all the world is a cage and all it’s people merely cockatoos. We all deserve to be loved, but there is a slight bit of serenity hidden behind the bushes, just out of reach as I glide along the concrete path that grew next to them. “Enough is enough” says the mailbox. “I’ve been empty for far too long… Where are the cheques and the birthday, Christmas and thank you cards?” it demands to know… I shrug and walk away… unable to answer to it. unable to muster enough courage to speak of new technology far from anything like a traditional mailbox and messenger bird that has somehow jeopardized how we communicate and instigated a world of deafening silence.

A revolution that happened while we slept, one where we lost nigh but our humanity.

From afar, one can see the border of the country, its in the middle of the sea, but we can see the boundary by the large white caterpillars that lay parallel to them.. They have but one job, and that is to show humans the lines.. just so they know by looking on their bottom’s right cheek to see if they have the stamp that allows them to cross over or not.. And someday, the caterpillars will grow their wings and generate enough nitro-glycerin fuel to wake up the Japanese dog, and all the neighbours with it. Till then they hibernate to the gentle oscillation of the sky.

For what use is an apple that does not fall on Mr. Job’s head, of what is a window that Mr. Gates cannot jump out of… Of what can anything that is anything be, within its physical containments, that bind not just it’s soul but also it’s hands? Every one of it’s five. Sanity is but an illusion of a sweltering summery sky in a mild tropical climate, and retribution but a bathtub of ice. To thee we wish the best and to me I wish nest.

Remember the days when all that mattered was the music and the rain? Our music.. The psychedelic took us to another world, another universe and another time… Far away from the world that we inhabited, for there was evil all around.. Evil that would force the good out of us.. As far as we knew about life it was our own decision to live in hell, so that we could go back to heaven and appreciate what it was like to live in a place so peaceful and loving as home, yet we left it for search of a better heaven.

We’ve come a long way, a long life away from all that was music. Life is more about making important decisions and getting lost in the music is not an option any more, it’s more of a luxury if not a game of Russian roulette. The hair stands not on it’s own ends, the tyranny embodied is within us now and that line between heaven and hell is more of a blur than this planet we embody when travelling at a hundred and fifty thousand k’s a minute.

Travelling on that highway we call destiny, all we hope for is a glimpse of what it truly means to be alive, a nano-second of her smile, a nano-milli-second of her touch and maybe just maybe a slight little whisper that even in the remotest possibility of her saying “I love you”.

Of a hundred eyes and a million limbs, there are but a few ways to experience that feeling of extended tongue with the trident in air, flailing at maximum velocity, the wings of fire flairing as high as the stratos. This is terminal destruction, no amount of radioactivity could possibly reverse that dance,or stop it.

It’s not a game you know.. This life… When we were in, we couldn’t wait to get out and see our friends, when we are out sometimes it feels like we can’t wait to go back. Whether or not we may be too busy to see ourselves in the mirror or in a window transferring us to another dimension we will always know where we came from, and what we aspired to be, for that is what makes up this DNA of ours and continues to fuel that surge of propulsion we so commonly term as ambition.

May the universe bless us regardless of the dimension we inhabit.

You’ve spent a hundred steps walking up to a humble abode, built with smiles, love and volcanic passion. There’s a candle scent in the sky, as the light shines onto your soul the music starts to flow. Music, it sounds better with you. As the proverbial pin falls through the many different dimensions, string theory allows it to be lassoed back to where you are, right now.

For once you’re happy and smiles are abundant, there is world peace it is now and here. Whoever said world peace was a myth surely was an insomniac, for dreams do come true in many shapes and forms, but first you need sleep. The world will continue to be at piece as you continue to be aware of more than one field of vision.

Go outside and look into the garden, or pile of dust or even freshly charred ashes and look closely at the world that it entombs. Look closer as the ants live in harmony, the earthworms solemnly wiggle in joy at just being alive, they have no money, not much of a brain and most importantly no problems. Don’t believe me? Try asking an earthworm if it has any worries in the world and if he answers back, I’ll either say that I was right, or that you are crazy and should be institutionalized, though if you get lonely give me a call and I’ll come and join you for speaking to the earthworm to start with.

Whether there is lightning in the sky or a colossus in the ocean, we can only tell if we get there, but from the safety of our armchairs we are safe and snuggled up to know that there might be. So what’s the point of asking so many questions and getting oneself and those around one worked up? Nothing. In any circumstance it is safest to smile, even if you’re staring down the end of a barrel.

Here’s a mix for you to enjoy and smile about… Please listen to it at as high a volume as possible.

Project Mars Ep1 by djhealey