Happy birthday!

Man, you're growing up fast. It's almost like I can't even see you getting taller. Five years old already? Come on, gimme a hug.

Show some love. Let your computer wear this wallpaper.

Music therapy

Hear the

drum

pounding out of time

Another protester has

crossed the line

To find, the money's

on the other side

Can I get another Amen?

There's a flag wrapped

around a score of men

A gag,

a plastic bag on a monument

I beg to

dream and differ

from the hollow lies

this is the dawning of the rest

of our lives

on holiday!

Things

Don't do this. Do that. That's not right. Do that. Are you sure you want that? Don't do that! Do this. This is odd. Stay away from that. Never do this. Ever. Don't do it. Is that the right thing to do? Do it. Don't do it. Do not do that, ever. If you do that, you'll make a mistake. Don't do it. You'll regret it. Don't do it. What is right, what is wrong? Don't do it. I don't think you should do that. You know, you'll wish you did this when you see other people have done it. Do it, then. But don't do that. I don't think it's the right thing to do. Don't do this. Do that. Doing that would result in something unfortunate. Why would you regret it? Because you live by standards that are beginning to collide with things that you want to do. They don't allow you to do them. So, I'm regretting it both ways. Doing it, and not. So, I'd advise that you don't do it. Do not, ever in your life, do that. Maybe in the future, you'll wish you didn't want that. Make the right desicion. Don't do this. Do this. Don't do this. Do this. Don't do this. Do not do this. And who are you to tell me what to do? You're a blind man in search of a path even though you don't know where to go. Any path will take you there. So take my advice, don't do this. Do this. Don't do this.

Hertz

Man, that can't be good.

Time in a can of soda

Demons. Of a lifetime. Concentrated into a bottle of concentrated juice.

Let me begin this the way I usually begin sentences these days. I wanted to put this somewhere else, but I am constantly at conflict with myself.

Ghosts from my past came to me, looked me in the eye, and they asked me "heads, or tails?".

Sure I'm absorbed with the events that have been circling me, but that's not too much of a problem. That's the trend these days. 327 million people have been declared poor, but front page speaks of a screwed up cricket franchise that's being taken away by a Mr. Modi, and a man who shuffles marriages like, well, whatever. I've lost interest in that sentence.

In a lot more interesting world, where the clock chimes at every hour, but the hours fly away every second, a lot has changed. An entire universe of beliefs has been turned upside down, and nothing makes sense anymore. Anarchy rules this world, and order lives out in space.

Frankly, though, if you look back, order is merely what you think it is. So that means order is perhaps, what I perceive of it. Then, perhaps, everything is wrong, because it's right, but not right like I see it. Then perhaps, I am wrong.

I don't want this to be a short post. But my environment changes rampantly while I'm writing. I don't want to write.

Are things like writing this even in my control anymore?

As a side note, I'd like to mention that this institution almost feels like one. Big learning on a class called life. Also, time is of the essence, as with all human endeavor .

Demons. Are you the demons that I think you are?

Today, 2010

Every time before this, on occasion of New Year's, I wrote on the 31st of December, wishing you in advance.

I was going to do the same this time, too.

However, something came to me, and told me, "No. Think again.".

Those words were way too much to handle, profound and simple in their entirety. Uninvited, they changed my mentality to an extent that I had no other option but to write today -- the first day of the new year.

But you know what sudden change is like, don't you? It seems asinine, especially in the beginning. Like a minor viral infection that pierces through the immune system, you can only hear it like the snow that touches the ground. And if you pay close attention to that sound, it just seems crazy. But like sudden change, that sound starts blaring like songs at an Indian wedding. And that's when you realize you have no option but to listen to it.

Unless you have noise canceling headphones, that is.

Also, like that very snow, the voice that told me to "Think again" was not a voice, at all. In fact, it was an absence of it.

Okay, enough mumbo-jumbo. My internet connection died yesterday.

So, happy new year, today!