MJ black and white...

Was MJ a black man or a white man. Maybe he was a black man who lead a white man's life or a white man who had the privilege pf being white which other blacks do not have. Either ways, he was special. He was a Soul Man. His stranger in moscow track remains with me forever in my heart and mind. His fans carry on with broken hearts and those who loved him have tears in their eyes. Thriller is the best he did. Through music he became Watson chronicling the adventures of a world of Sherlocks in turmoil and all this he did in balck and white drumming as he sang along with the children of earth. He died at 50. Indians can crack a real sad joke on him. Na re na na 50-50.

The Perpetual Jazz Football Academy

My friend Ijaz died in a road accident. I believe an innocent dreamer was killed. My professors say that those who miss a deadline because of an accident get a chance to reappear. The Perpetual Jazz Football Academy. For those who miss him and those who don't.

How bout playing the waiting game. A question life has always asked me. I'm done with it. I'm a business man. And how do i define business. Three parts. Bus. Sea. Ness. Bus is bus like a normal bus. Sea is a sea of sorrow. And Ness is our college. Ness Wadia College of Commerce, Pune, India. And that's what Bus Sea Ness means. Only our business. Nothing more nothing less.

Heavenly Bliss and murmurs

Well, I am almost thirty years old. Twenty eight years to be exact. Coming of age can be considered as being mature or grown up. I am, maybe, seemingly grown up. And i have much accepted the fact that i am not working like others in the same bandwidth as my age group and i am not married like many of my friends are. I work in a field of my own in a kind of work i call my calling. Yet, I do not have the necessary income to be in a position where i should/could be in order to marry. Well, that's not a problem at all as i don't see myself getting married till i am in my late thirties. Finding a means of income has seemed to be more difficult these days. But i also seem to run away from possible employment sources as i seem to enjoy the non-profit work and enjoy my current perspective. Sometimes i would be in a position where i could choose to be what i want to be. Too many bees in that sentence. I like distancing myself from 'be' sentences. Well, two sentences and two lines from the 'be' sentence is distance enough. Sooner or later I need to find a wife who will earn while i do what i like to do. Something a bit more than plain working. But then i would have to wash dishes, make the chapatis, get the kids ready for the day, help them with homework, scream at the kaamwaalibai etc. Well, otherwise my awareness these days regarding individual social responsibility has undergone a remarkable change. I was thinking that since i do not work in any company i am doing that much less harm to the environment. There are stakeholders like flora, fauna and physical environment, whose voices we cannot hear, but who are affected by the anthropogenic impacts of global population. The future generation also does not exist today but will be impacted by our activities. This is because practically every company harms the environment. Just as every individual does. Maybe, I will never have a kid of my own and that much less environmental harm there forth. Not having a kid does not mean not bringing up kids. Furthermore i can use my core competence and skills in writing and interacting with people to good use and my location and whatever funds that find their way into my hands for the help of people and the environment. Heavenly Bliss.

Wave beat

This evening I went to the beach. It was very beautiful. There were colourful clouds reflecting on the Arabian Sea. I sat on a large rock. It must have been facing the fury of winds and waves over centuries. It gave me a nice feeling to sit on that rock and to look where the sea kissed the horizon and the clouds that were blushing with a bright crimson hue. The last of the fishing boats made a beautiful silhouette against the setting sun. My heart was filled with joy and I felt a throb of my pulse and the rhythmic beat of the heart. Below me the waves were beating against large stones. I saw in myself the archetypal rock of being. The indestructible core of the psyche. I was becoming infatuated with the illusions of the phenomenal world.
- Gopal and Guru Nitya Chaitanya Yati on the same wavebeat.

A butterfly's wings

Gopal: imagine a beautiful butterfly... in order to fly ... it flaps its wings together
Gopal: at the same time
Gopal: in tandem
Gopal: not at a cross purpose cause flapping of wings need to take the butterfly up and create momentum..
Gopal: are you with me till now
idunno: yes
Gopal: yes
Gopal: now if the right wing of the butterfly is time and the left wing is work and the flight is achievements in line with your aspirations
Gopal: everytime the right wing creates an effort and releases a quantity of time then in that time you need to get that much work completed to move in tandem to create a flight cause if you dont you never fly
Gopal: and if time passes
Gopal: or work becomes more than you can handle which is not the case.... the butterfly bites the dust
Gopal: now do you get me why it's important to go do your stuff if you think you are capable enough to do it as a regular routine>>>continuity>>>existence and not just it but an undisturbed existence and a happy life and healthy sustenance
idunno: Yes, I know
Gopal: gotta go now
Gopal: but you know what i mean

thats a good line (Elka chalo re)

If they answer not to thy call walk alone,
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou of evil luck,
open thy mind and speak out alone.

If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou of evil luck,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone.
If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou of evil luck,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart
and let it burn alone.
-Anonymous

A poem.. that's all.

गालिब,
मला दुःखाएवढं
मोठ व्हायचं आहे
भोवतालच्या अंधाराला
वणवा नाही लागला
तरी चालेल
पण माझ्या शब्दांचे दिवे
तरंगताहेत त्यावर
एवढंच पाहायचंय मला
माझ्या जिवावर
पडत चाललेल्या
आत्महत्यांच्या गाठी
पार करत
मरेपर्यंत जगायचंय मला
तुझ्यासारखच!

~ किशोर कदम