Friday, November 21, 2008


I think the sole purpose of our existence on earth is to destroy everything in sight.

Forget Satan, I think humans are the opposite of God. God’s the ultimate creator, and Man, the ultimate destroyer. God creates things out of nothing. We create things by destroying or cannibalising his creations.

We consume forests to make paper. We tear the ozone layer as we create faster modes of transportation or refrigeration. We pollute the sea in our quest for fuel. We destroy reefs to feed our own kind. We damage the ecosystem to satisfy our avarice. We destroy God’s architecture to make room for our own.

Yes, we’re the destroyers. And we seem to have accepted it as a fact.

We ask for a warranty card on everything we buy. We might not be sure if we really need a particular product but we’re very particular about how many years’ warranty we should get on it.

Come to think of it, we insist on a bill too so that we can pin the blame on someone. As if that is not enough, we insist on a list of after-sales service centres.

So there you go; we are subconsciously sure that we are extremely capable and very likely to put things out of commission, sooner or later.

Everything we buy breaks down at some point, which is usually exactly a week after its warranty period ends. But we sometimes fool ourselves by believing that a product is unbreakable. It’s usually a sales tactic used by entrepreneurs, who I’m sure must be laughing to themselves as they use it.

We might know a few well-to-do divorce lawyers but when it comes to a priest for a wedding, we might need to make a few phone calls.

Year on year, we pay hefty premiums towards our health and life insurance policies.

We buy insurance for our car at the same time we buy the car itself. We might not be sure if we’ll make any fatal mistakes but we can almost guarantee that someone of our kind will do them for us.

We insure our homes and build fire exits because we know that either we or someone is bound to be stupid enough to bring it down someday soon. Interestingly, we sometimes agonise over the safety of our worldly possessions more than that of our loved ones. Life is up to God but material things? Oh, some of us are sure to destroy it one of these days.

We buy spares of everything we possibly can.

We back-up data on our computer’s hard-drive, store the same on an external hard-drive and also have a collection of back-up CDs & DVDs. We’re sure that, if not us, our creation – the computer - will definitely royally screw up things for us.

There you go. I just destroyed this blog post and possibly your peace of mind. Mindless destruction, I say.

Anyway, I got to perorate now lest my comp gives up on me.


Like many of my readers, I too forgot this blog!

I had promised you a post on six-word short stories. Well, I posted it on Bhejaa Fry.

Here it is: To cut a long story really short. I hope you like it!

Friday, June 20, 2008

Word's worth

When asked to write a story in just six words, Ernest Hemingway wrote:

"For sale: Baby shoes. Never worn."

Note: A post on 6-word short stories, coming soon.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Love on hold

Gifts ungiven.
Flowers unsent.

Messages unreplied.
Phones unanswered.

Words unsaid.
Thoughts unexpressed.

Letters unwritten.
Poems unpenned.

Moments unenjoyed.
Memories unetched.

Company undesired.
Solitude unsought.

Feelings unreturned.
Agony unbridled.

Mind unwon.
Heart undone.

Girl unimpressed.
Love unrequited.

Thursday, May 22, 2008


Finders weepers. Losers keepers.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Broken compass

It’s the glass of the window that keeps the yearning window-shopper from touching the mannequin and, in effect, making his pangs consume him.

It’s the glass of an hourglass. Sands of intense feelings trickle, recklessly and irrevocably, from one recess into the other, one painful grain at a time.

It’s the glass of a television that separates two worlds – the unalterable past and the uncertain and at times unthinkable future.

It’s the glass of a photo frame that has imprisoned a life, frozen in the confines of its own past. Touchable, but unchangeable, indelible.

It’s the glass of a one-way mirror. From his side, he sees his glorious future. But from her side, she sees a hurtful resemblance of her past.

It’s the glass of a life support system shackling a being nay dividing the surviving from the living. Free it from its vice-grip and it just might succumb.

It’s the presence; the glass that separates them.

So close yet so far.

Each passing day tells him she is the one.

Each passing day tells him he is not the one.

After all, it takes a diamond to cut glass.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Michael Bublé - Home

Michael Bublé - Everything

Michael Bublé - Lost

Michael Bublé - It Had Better Be Tonight (Meglio Stasera)

Monday, February 04, 2008

When do you say you are in Love?

Answer, if you dare.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008


How do you stop your mind from thinking? Especially, if they are thoughts that only hurt you? Is it even possible?