And the memory remains
The strongest element in the human body is the element of memory. Soft matter, your mind. It sees and registers everything. Some people claim to forget. They think they have done a good job. but it ticks. It keeps ticking. It remembers all. The memory. It comes back - in all forms, shapes, and sizes. Manifestations. Sometimes as apparitions in the dark when an imaginative mind can possibly creates a ghost image, sometimes in dreams, any and everywhere.It always ticks beneath the surface.
What does it demand? Some answers I feel. What does it want? To come to terms. It can come to terms, if you let it. Its better if the art of letting go is learned early on and fast. But the memory remains. Memories remain. Everything comes to a naught, when we decide to run away from those questions.
We need to keep asking ourselves questions that keep us riveted to sanity. Questions where we attempt to delve into our reasoning. Our reasons. We need to be ruthless to an extent that even if we are at fault, we need to admit to ourselves and then find peace. It isn’t easy. As we keep going in life, it becomes all the more difficult to admit your wrong doings. Our egos slowly condition us to blame everything and everyone except us.
Salvation lies within. Like everything else.
Live, Love, Let go.
Regards,
Cerebral Z
Ain’t no sunshine
How does it actually work? This mechanism of life? What levers to pull, how to go about it? What else is required, what magic words open the doors and what actions forever close some. “Don’t burn your bridges, you might have to cross them again” counsels wisdom. Cautionary statement, puts in fear but for people who like wind in their hair, it usually doesn’t matter how it might work out in the long run.
Life was a lot easier at one time. Or so they say. Ain’t no sunshine when he or she leaves the door open never to return again. The typewriter or keyboard keys lie with dust gathering and finally when it comes to exercising expression, normally one hits a wall. Ramble on, rumble on.
Feels good to be out in the open with the grass leaves swaying and doing the bidding of the high winds above. How else can one describe the almighty above or below when almighty chooses to show us how minute our lives can be. Man was born free, but dies in bondage. All on choices that one wishes to take, decisions that sometimes uplifts or burdens us till the hour of the final reckoning comes knocking to our doors.
Father time with his scythe, working the fields of souls that are close to departure. Sometimes before time, sometimes overdue. Wonder why for some people life works out, but then they choose not to reveal the struggle and the drops of sweat, and tears that washed the ground when the put their shoulder to the wheel of life, pushing it, grunting.
Life – myriad, hued, beautiful, tragic, and yet infinitely impossible to describe. Time will tell how everyone fares. Look within. Look yonder.
Regards,
CZ
It still works
It bleeds. Ever so, ever more. But it works. It still pumps. The tiny drum that beats inches away from the rib cage. Sometimes wonder how many more beats are left. How many more will be stolen by a special someone who cares to forgive and forget when it beats too hard.
In company or when alone. Sometimes wonder if it’s the heart that one needs to live or the cerebral matter of 5 ounces that directs the limbs and much more.
It beats ever more, ever so. Wonder where the good times went, then I know they are all there deep in the bosom. I stole a few beats too, from someone. Does the someone care or realize or look back?
The tiny drum, forlorn and alone still beats. In sleep and when wide awake. Fast in dreams and faster when memories come flooding back. Strange still is how the cerebral matter and the drum work in tandem to put me – the individual in question, in dilemma.
Sometimes wonder why and how I am sandwiched. But I know I will transcend this as well. The drum – the heart needs to be healed. The heart. The Cerebral matter, the brain, the mind and what’s in it needs to forget.
Eyes convey a lot. Sometimes like little puddles that show no emotion. Sometimes like lakes that contain a world inside. Ask within, the answers lie there. For whoever cared to listen, and for those who know. For those that lost, lose and yearn.
Man kills the very thing he loves said Neitzsche. True. How very true.
Regards,
Cerebral Zephyr
Got Published!
Hello Folks,
Got published recently in DNA Bangalore.
I have uploaded the files below.
Publish date:
4th January, 2009
1st March, 2009
Regards,
Cerebral Zephyr
Ah..the sweet smell of hope again
Read this quote..thought I should share it.
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.
Any Given Sunday
Spare just 4 and a half minutes before you make that call today.
Greetings,
Hello Team. Delta Force Team. Welcome to my blog, just wanted you guys to see, and give it your all (for this week) after you hear to what all Al Pacino has to say in this moving scene from the movie – “Any Given Sunday”.
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Dialogue:
I don’t know what to say really.
Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Either we heal as a team or we are going to crumble.Inch by inch.Play by play till we’re finished. We are in hell right now, gentlemen believe me
and we can stay here and get the shit kicked out of us or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch, at a time.
Now I can’t do it for you. I’m too old. I look around and I see these young faces and I think I mean I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh….
I pissed away all my money believe it or not. I chased off anyone who has ever loved me. And lately, I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror.
You know when you get old in life things get taken from you. That’s, that’s part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out that life is just a game of inches. So is football. Because in either game life or football
the margin for error is so small. I mean one half step too late or to early you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow or too fast and you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in ever break of the game every minute, every second. On this team, we fight for that inch On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us to pieces for that inch. We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know when we add up all those inches that’s going to make the fucking difference between WINNING and LOSING between LIVING and DYING. I’ll tell you this in any fight it is the guy who is willing to die who is going to win that inch. And I know if I am going to have any life anymore it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch because that is what LIVING is. The six inches in front of your face. Now I can’t make you do it. You gotta look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes. Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows when it comes down to it, you are gonna do the same thing for him.
That’s a team, gentlemen and either we heal now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That’s football (and sales) guys.
That’s all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?
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Hope you enjoyed this piece. Thank you Sai (Prasad) for bringing this to my notice again.
Regards,
CZ
Shatter
(Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/betta_design/2281634640/)
This is my poem on the Taj. Titled: Shatter
Shatter
Shiny floors and glazed glass
All class, no crass
Stood magnificent and proud
Sometimes subtle, sometimes loud
No thought, no mind
It was a place for the rich and sometimes blind
Many I saw, many memories I cherished
No blood, no blemish
Stood proud I, loud and strong
Regards,
CZ
Blade of (Un) reason
As the blade of un-reason travelled through the air,
And kissed the wood of the chopping block,
I heard the head of reason thud thudding in the distance.
by Self
Regards,
Salil
Your life for a bullet please
I have lived 26 yrs. Had countless friends and dear loves. Memories I wish to share and thoughts I have gathered from the experience of living, loving, fighting, winning and losing. I wish no harm. I hate no religion. I love not all, but I hate none.
As days pass by and we innocents bite the bullet, it must be noted that we are the same people who work & live for our children, wives, parents, and siblings. Life isn’t easy, and we fight accordingly to ensure a roof is over our heads and dignity on our faces and carriage.
No one determines my death. Least of all when I am unarmed. I deserve a chance, an opportunity to speak out before I bite the bullet for nothing. I deserve to live, to let live and not build walls of fear around me when I see a bearded gentleman or an unclaimed baggage.
With frayed minds and bodies we plough on to live and fight another day. Why do we get up in the morning? For whom? Is the only sole reason of my purpose is to be gunned down by a freak chance of being in one of the hotels on those fateful days?
I refuse to believe and chuck out any allegations of inequality. We are all divided here. By caste, creed, region, religion and even sex! Does it justify that you (you terrorist) have the right to channel your abundant energies in gunning down people (civilians), people you don’t know and haven’t even met before in your lives?
Freedom isn’t worth fighting for when the blood of innocents is shed. Doesn’t this statement drum enough sense in your egg shell minds. Why do you educated of all, the first among equals indulge in such mindless violence? What drives this bloodlust?
I know there are issues. So get the best on your side to the table. Violence is not the last option, it is not an option. Reason is. Exercise your reason. Show us the best in you all before you come down to the worst. Exercise your reason when you hear rhetoric from your elders or leaders.
I again reiterate the fact. The fact being – my belonging to a certain sect or religion doesn’t determine my affiliation to a certain misguided beliefs my fellow followers may have. In this fracticious world, lets unite and be ruled by reason rather than hate rhetoric.
Deeply hurt and bleeding tears,
Cerebral Zephyr
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