The Ballads of Gravity

What is there to ponder on the uncertainties of 'certain' life that we all will die someday? What makes us unsatisfied? Greed. What makes us guilty? Conscience. What makes us love? ( if you know why we love don’t tell me because that’s not why we love) What makes us fool? Wisdom. What makes us different? Self. What makes us slaves? Life. What makes us same? Difference. What makes us smile? … What makes us lonely? Togetherness. What makes us cry? … What makes us live? Hope. What makes us hate? Expectations. What makes us dream? Realities. What makes us sex? … What makes us forget? Memory. What makes us think? Answer. What makes me to write it? I don’t know. And what makes you to read it? Don’t know. no one knows, but  the 'no one knows' knows why we do it. I’ve heard about Italno Calvino and i love his work. I ve n’t ever read any of his work until now and I’m in anticipation of readi...

I perverse my soul to be in the midst of ravishing aesthetics of darkness. I hinder the light to enter near to the proximities of darkness. I see the forthcoming doom of the earth, The day and night mingles to one time, Man loses the sense of location, Time and space. Man will begin to speak the languages unknown to him, See things beyond his vision, Hear the sounds beyond his calibre.

My soul is a secret orchestra, but I don't know what  instruments - strings, harps,cymbals, drums -strum and bang inside me.I only know myself as the symphony.

things, they are nothing but merely things only. waiting, nothing but waiting, since life itself is a long waiting for the uncertainties of the anticipated certainties. life, just athing. we make things out of life and the things beget again and again. love, romatically beautified thing. i just write things i just can't get through and imagine that i never meet. what if we never have our absurdities, life would be apile of mess of mere things. and i started to love my absurdities and make it beautiful. nothing would have been this much interesting in my life other than my absurdities, they lead me throuh the craziness of normalities and the naturality of the culture, after all we are all leave to the eternal home of our nothingness.

Teach me to be soft and nice. i know I'm rough for many reasons for that's what the way i am. i see nothing but uncertainties of my life. they inspire me to be soft, but i fail to be the one up to the expected levels of anticipated growth. i loved not, even a girl at least for the sake. i always wanted to fall in love with the uncertainties of my life and a girl of whom i never think and romanticise. i fear my future that i may fail to love her with the expected dreams of future life. i will tell her to tech me to be soft and smooth. but, i will never go through . I'm not much confident of myself. the reason why I'm rough and the way i am is nothing but i never romanticise anything in my life but the life itself.

Gender and sexuality has always been a crucial hub of discourses on which postmodern identities are often defined and experimented. Postmodern identity defines itself on the self-definitions that it assumes to be the chief traits of the postmodern structural patterns of normative behavioural constructions. These postmodern identities are gays, lesbian, straight, bisexual, exhibitionist, submissive, dominatrices, swingers (people who engage in partner exchange), switchers (people who change from being gay to being straight or vice versa) , traders (gay men who have sex with straight men), born-again virgins(people who have, technically, lost their virginity but pledge to renounce sex until marriage), acrotomophiliacs(people who are sexually attracted to amputees), furverts(or furries- people who dress up in animal suits and derive sexual excitement from doing so). The important point here is that we draw on these categories in order to make sense of who we are: we define ourse...

a quote from Lord Macaulay's speech in the British Parliament on 2nd February 1835. I reproduce the quote below: "I have traveled across the length and breadth of India and I have not seen one person who is a beggar, who is a thief. Such wealth I have seen in this country, such high moral values, people of such calibre, that I do not think we would ever conquer this country, unless we break the very backbone of this nation, which is her spiritual and cultural heritage, and, therefore, I propose that we replace her old and ancient education system, her culture, for if the Indians think that all that is foreign and English is good and greater than their own, they will lose their self-esteem, their native self-culture and they will become what we want them, a truly dominated nation."