The Ballads of Gravity

Job VIII Wisdom of Mortal “V anity, vanity, all is vanity…” Job was confused to realize the dreams and reality. He had dreams which he tried to combine with the physical world where he and we live. One day he told me something about the structure and reality. He believes that the life is something takes place in a defined and definite structure of systems with cause and effect method. He believes in the written- ness of life, we meet and ‘play’ the roles which were designed for by the Nature. And all things remain the same until the end if there is an end because, he told me some words found in the ‘book of wisdom’, he believes, ‘for the elements changed places with one another, as on a harp the notes vary the nature of the rhythm, while each note remains the same. This may be clearly inferred from the sight of what took place’- the book of wisdom. Later he discussed many things about the conditions, ‘events’, we go through and I have noted down some parts of his theor...

Job VI Ecclesiastes                                                                         God particle     “T he book of Ecclesiastes: {3:1} for everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven; {3:2} A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; {3:3} A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; {3:4} A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; {3:5} A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to ...

Job V Kings I t’s after a long time Job writes something, events carved out from the living memories of his buried hopes. Buried, because hopes are mere agents for the fools who dream hopes and he believes the prestructured system which consists of events, figures, etc. So he doesn’t believe in miracles, things just happen in order. He was longing for a day that he believed it would change his life. He just loved her blindly for many years. The only possible chance for him to meet her was the marriage function of his family friend. He was thinking of all about that day, marriage function… Finally, that day has arrived! His mom told me the betrothal of Jason. It was the event which he was thinking all about. He wanted Jason to marry someone as soon as possible. And, of course, he was much and much excited! This marriage function is the only available chance for him to meet Carol. Time was running out! He couldn't attend the function because of certain academic i...

Job IV Judges L iving and celebrating his life Job creates his legend. As a man of 24, the question of self, individuality and the result of self-examination never visited his mind until he was asked all these questions in his maiden interview for a lecturer post in a college. He hasn’t ever thought about his capacity to influence others and the description of Job as an individual. In a fine morning Job is sitting before the principal lady of a college and she asked him the first question, “Job, how would you describe yourself as an individual?”  A bunch of questions have run through his mind on the relevance of his individuality and the definition of the name Job, which represents an individual. The lady entertained him with her second question, “Job, how much you can influence a person and what percentage will you give for your influencing quality?” Influence, influence, influence and influence. It was his first time ever in his life he was thinking something...

Job III Deuteronomy Like a sailor seeing the shore disappears, Job watches the past recede, reduced to the ashes of memory. He wanted to cry, cry aloud. “Who am I? One living in the heaven of fools? Or one who lives in the no man's land? Or absurdity? Or misfit? Or a toy in the hands of life? I found and married my spirituality! I fail to tame me, contradiction to my own thoughts. Why? Why can't I be lovable and nice? Why am I so aggressive? Is it my own thoughts that make me so? I don't know. Someone is made to be so. Life must go on. What do I like?” Job likes to live and die in love, for he romances the aesthetical quality of love which he hasn’t ever fully enjoyed. As he loves imperfection, he still loves his love once happened in his life. The imperfection of his love still haunts him to find the missing part which he has consciously missed. He loved Caroline. He had a fortune to see her twice a furlong away. He doesn't know the sweetness of...

Job II Exodus L ike a sailor seeing the shore disappears, Job watches the past recede, reduced to the ashes of memory. Job lives in the memory of classic London, romantic Paris and Aesthetic Spain. Aesthetical glory of Europe, he is romancing, makes him envious of fortunate life of lives in Europe, caressed by the zephyr that carries the memories of the prosperous times; following the trails of legends walked away in search of arts, beauty, death, eternity, faith and fate, god, heaven and hope, humanity, imperfection, knowledge, love and life; language and letters, nakedness of truth, perfection, resurrection and restoration; renaissance and revival; revolution and recreation, soul and self, truth and time, uniqueness, vitality, and words; celebrating eyes with the hue and life-like sculptures of masterminds gifted for the generations to come; history which recalls the memories and events of times passed them by… makes him fall in love with  the soul and beauty of ...

The book of job Job I Genesis j ob never escapes the asylum of irrational and absurdified world of possible impossibilities which I have made years ago. He still haunts me with the myth he carries along and the ever lasting memory of my soul which I have to transform in to the words of events and accidents- necessitated creations of life. The condition of written-ness of the life and the destruction of the fate and hope, because of the condition of the life in a state of being written already, makes me mad. Insanity becomes sanity when we lose our sanity in a world of existential philosophy and post modernism. Job presents a typical postmodern man who succumbs to the trifles and vanities of whole life offered in order to succeed the life over the conditions defined. Job was conceived in the matrix of my discursive realms, purgating the existential existence and the essential definition of I, Me, My...

O n the nameless shores of endless desires, Stretching out unto the endless skies, Congregating the fragments of memories For the zenith of the story named life,  I evoke the imperfection of my existence- Performing countless foreign roles of life Under the roasting heat of the sun, And chilling cold of winter; Romancing the myth of future, And fastening the ghosting times and ages on the giant wheels of Romantics; When I wander in the reminiscences of my Yesterdays’ lost dreams; When the flesh of body overlooks its soul, And fire of lust perspires on the body by heating the blood; When I trod the self-paved roads in this wild world life, Without any foregoers; When I sell the Bohemian rhapsodies for today’s life In the rooms of bars, in the midst of glasses, bottles and men With effervescent spirits and ecstasies, Humming for the over souled bodies on the broken strings Of guitar, ...