my interpretation

The greatest virtue ever gave,

the gravest money ever offered;

what should i worry about it

the whole world is mine..

we live in world ..which rite now has its inhabitants participating in a rat race...in the so called cut throat competition era...people follow blindly the lure of money.

but there are some for whom virtue is the essence of life. i live in solitude away from the clasps of money and the heightened satisfaction of virtue.i believe that i created

this world. the world that i see is mine. it was made for me.(an isolated system encompassing my solid,free body and a control volume encompassing the fluids)

thou fed me with thy dust:

and thy dust encompasses all other dust

what honey hath thou fed them

that they rule beyond the primrose horizons

the world (thou) fed me with the worlds dust. every material thing in the universe is all dust. even food,clothes, etc is dust. we came from nowhere but dust. dust that

condensed after the big bang(citation required). every mortal is dust but what makes it different from the dust is just the energy. on dying all mortals go back to being

dust.and the earth's dust encompasses all the other dust(ie; ours). if we realise this fact then there is no master no slave,no capitalism no communism. then we see

the tyrants whipping over our burdened backs. what honey has he fed upon ( honey preferred to other liquids for its artistic finesse) to rule over the very beautiful earth

we have and has ownership to ?(primrose horizons)

Hence forth i declare

no milk shall be spilt

and no more tears shed

thou maketh yourself when thou unmaketh you

now i decide to make a change to my life after the realisation from the previous two stanzas, that i will never repent (dont cry over spilt milk,yeah ;) )

we truly understand our worth and the power of our heightened sense when we break away from the chains of our ego, or self consciousness.

I live on castles in air,

with prerogatives built on a bottomless pit,

all my joy, all my sorrow

cometh at the expense of some other

Sorrow,some other joy

i used to make castles in the air.(then i used to think only about the beauty of those structures. its true, they would have crumbled due to progressive failures.next time

it will be given strong reinforcements). and my ambitions had no foundation, no basis, just another rat in the rat-race(see after(skool)life). every time i was happy, it came

after giving sorrow to another person directly or indirectly. every time i was sad, it made some others happy.

i lived in two times

the third one i missed joined the first

now that i live in the third alone

i write this. ;)

times are always three

1.past 2.present 3.future

i lived in 1 and 3. i was conscious of my past and bothered about my future.

the 2 which i dint live in, in the course of time was added to the past.

now that i live in the present alone, i wrote that poem :(

now read the poem

please now dont say it dint make sense.

GREY MATTERS

(fyi this is a poem)

The greatest virtue ever gave,

the gravest money ever offered;

what should i worry about it

the whole world is mine..

thou fed me with thy dust:

and thy dust encompasses all other dust

what honey hath thou fed them

that they rule beyond the primrose horizons

Hence forth i declare

no milk shall be spilt

and no more tears shed

thou maketh yourself when thou unmaketh you

I live on castles in air,

with prerogatives built on a bottomless pit,

all my joy, all my sorrow

cometh at the expense of some other

Sorrow,some other joy

i lived in two times

the third one i missed joined the first

now that i live in the third alone

i write this. ;)

life in a retro

how badly i want to see the old times

nostalgia took a different turn from how i used to like eating red crayons and touch raw meat to a more refined and sophisticated feeling to live in the old times. the reasons were simple enuff. one news channel, desperate to increase its viewership from a few rakhi fans broadcasted the old ads which used to ravage the households in the doordarshan age. then i started thinking in those lines. though the ads were very lames the quality of the film and the old graphic imaging gave me a desperate want to go back to those times. the actors used to wear pants up to their tummies and that too their colours were strikingly bright and to the modern eye lame..the kind of music too with hardly any electronic sounds was extremely nostalgic.

"mile sur mera tumhara

aur sur bane humaara"

back in those days we people needed this to string together our nations vast diversity.

i miss that too...

subsequently, the nostalgia captured my other senses too...like the fragrance of a perfume, of a cake baking in the oven, of a soap(baby's),shampoo...everything...all these fragrances were like etched to the different time zones in my life.....

HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE COMB

so i was thinking....will all the things that are being used and experienced by all of us now be nostalgic in the future?

i mean come on... what more advancement can we make to our living condition?

it can go only worse else...we are tweeting from our cells, audio players are of all sizes,everything is the best it can be,our fashion too , that is the best in the business....(hope the future does not turn out to be like that shown in wall-e)still there was no use worrying, every generation must have thought just like me(mite mount up in the future to become the generation gap)...and even more thinking about such futile stuff and bothering to blog about it is not worth the worry.thing worth more importance,,like the honey comb structure which is a potential building material to watch out for and whenever its time to leave combing my wayward hair is a good practise.

i love it ;)