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I wanted to sleep they asked me to sit When I sat up They asked me to stand I stood upright  And then they told me to walk I started to walk And they asked me to run I started running The same voice told me to sprint I increased the pace I was sprinting away The pace kept increasing I dont know how! I was sprinting and sprinting My peripheral vision stared blurring Everything around me disappeared Only the thick black tar road remained And I was sprinting on it The world was now grey The road remained black It was cold and it was grim Is this how death feels? The voices have stopped There is just silence What is that? I see something There is an obstacle on my path I am sprinting towards it I can't slow down Should I jump above it? Or should I slide underneath it? I dont know what to do Why the voices have stopped I have no clue I am approaching it fast Where has the voice disappeared? Why have the instru

Acquiring knowledge is a life long process and sometimes one life isn't just enough for it. You may keep gaining knowledge for eons but you will never get hold of all of it. What is much more important than acquiring knowledge is the application of knowledge. What you do with what you know ?  There are only three options: 1. Do something good 2. Don't do anything 3. Do something bad Now, lets concentrate on point no. 3 and see what happens with some examples: Consider Guru Shukracharya - a brilliant mind, an accomplished tapasvi and a mighty sage but then he is hardly recognized and remembered for these qualities. We only remember him as Guru of Asuras/Daityas. You may say our mythology is harsh on him but it is harsh on everyone because it tests and probes the intentions behind actions of every character and also that's where the lessons lay. Guru Shukracharya spent all his acquired powers and knowledge for the upliftment of Asuras(the bad guys) a

The Story of Scheherazade The story goes that King Shahryar found out one day that his first wife was unfaithful to him. Therefore, he resolved to marry a new woman each day as well as behead the previous day's wife, so that she would have no chance to be unfaithful to him. He had killed 1,000 such women by the time he was introduced to *Scheherazade* the vizier's daughter. Scheherazade had perused the books, annals and legends of preceding Kings, and the stories, examples and instances of bygone men and things; indeed it was said that she had collected a thousand books of histories relating to antique races and departed rulers. She had perused the works of the poets and knew them by heart; she had studied philosophy and the sciences, arts and accomplishments; and she was pleasant and polite, wise and witty, well read and well bred. Against her father's wishes, Scheherazade volunteered to spend one night with the king. Once in the king's chambers, Scheherazade

It was night, not particularly dark. One could say it was a grey night, definitely not a black night.  The crescent moon provided ample moonlight and the twinkling stars canvassed the night sky.  Darkness was further dispelled by rebounded street lights from afar. It was like any other night, nothing particularly charming or mysterious about it.  Hameed was lying on his back in the sand. He had just finished his supper that his mom had prepared. It was a everyday supper. Naan bread, lamb curry and lemon pickles. He lay there  looking at the crescent moon that appeared like it was hinged on some invisible cosmic thread.  In fact, he wasn't paying much attention to it. It was as if he was looking through it to something beyond. For a long time Hameed sat there ruminating about the game of marbles he had lost with Asif during the break hours of the school. Asif was never more skilled then Hameed at marble shooting but Hameed endured a streak of bad luck and had lost his last few

Carve a face on the wood Stand with a lamp, wearing a hood Chant some hymns, smear some vermilion Spread the news and redo some wrongs A new god is born and gods are jealous Lift a stone, put it on a pedestal Drape a cloth and announce its vestal Crush some lemons, daub some turmeric Spread the news and name it something generic A new god is born and gods are jealous Catch a old man, wrap him in a robe Give him a staff and let him wear a cap Fall on his legs, call him a saint Edit his biography and eliminate parts that can taint A new god is born and gods are jealous See something new, call it miracle Rain is gift from gods not due to water cycle Call this absurdity faith, strengthen you belief Just because you don't want to die in grief Believe in a god, a god is born Just like a centaur or more like unicorn Build your faith and your god will live Spread this belief and your god will thrive With you they stay As long

If there is darkness I won't hold a torch for you I will hold your hand Together we can walk through If it rains I won't hold an umbrella for you I will stand beside you Together we can get drenched If its sunny I won't pull you under a shade I will push you in a pool Together we can swim and splash If it's cold I won't buy you a new jacket I will embrace you Together we can feel the warmth If it's windy I may not be able to do much If it's arid I might run out of ideas Protect you, I will Shield you, I won't Life is beautiful, you've to see Not with my eyes but with your own World is strange, you've to know Not with my tales but travels of your own Love is uplifting, you've to feel Not with my poems but by losing your heart to me I want you to grow But not in my shadow If you want me to be your superman You've go to be my wonder woman Sure the universe is a big p

The parks are empty, the roads deserted I wonder why my shadow is inverted Where have all the people gone? I wonder if I am stranded here alone I walk by the same old path The sound of silence is goth Trees stand lifeless with bare barks On the walls there are weird geometric marks The abandoned cars have become rusty and old Sky keeps changing its color from fuchsia to gold Is this a World? or it's mirror image As Shakespeare said, is it literally a stage! The malls are open, no guards to stop The stations are vacant, with none to hop The asphalt road seems black and thick The clock has reversed its direction of the tick I finally see a man, he seems distant A relief, sign of another life He approached me at a rapid pace When he came close, I saw his robotic face I recoiled and jeered "Who are you?" Welcome Jack!, I am T101 brand new The reply came sharp and clear It said, "I am a robot and Hello my dear!

My friend Arun Bagli shared with me an idea of trekking to Kumar Parvatha - 4th highest peak in south India and one of the toughest treks available in the region. He had planned it with his other group of friends and when he said I could hop in, I decided, "Let's do it". The date was perfect 26 January - long weekend, all the necessary travel arrangements were made. We approached X-Dog for renting out trekking related equipment and we were all set to travel to Kukke Subrahmanya on 26 th Morning.   The whole journey can be divided into three stages and narration will follow in the same fashion. First Leg: From Bengaluru To Bhattar Mane We left Bengaluru in the early morning hours on Friday the 26th. By 5:30 AM in the morning every group member was inside the tempo traveler (going forward it will be referred to as TT).  We stopped at Kicchana Halli Mane Restaurant on Bengaluru - Mangalore Highway (NH75).  Which is a South Indian restaurant - the Idli