04.29.06
The Third world
No matter how much you try to hold them, they slip away.
Money
Friends
Love
Time
Feelings
Enthusiasm
Optimism
Smile
In 24 hours, we experience loads of emotions. We laugh, cry, crib, love, hate, detest, admire and most of all we daydream about things we want to experience.
Speaking of dreams, I have always believed they carry some meaning/premonition for our waking life. For those few flashes we see with our eyes closed of forced dreams (lucid dreaming) we live in our mind and do what we couldn’t with our eyes open.
Sometimes dreams reveal more about about your hidden emotions then you would have known. For e.g. – Dreaming of an overflowing washroom signifies your trials and tribulations to break away from an emotional mess. You might be considering breaking away from a certain relationship in your life.
Dreams also contain meaningful symbols, like a dying/dead dog symbolizes loss of a good friend. A closed door is a symbol of suffocated or pressurized situations in your waking life.
People too form an important part of your dreams- lovers, friends, parents , strangers everyone’s appearance signifies something or the other.
Though it is also said, what troubles you during the day or the last thing on your mind appears in your dreams.
So, if you see yourself dying, blood, fighting, chasing, falling they all represent your inner most fears and apprehensions. It doesn’t necessarily mean you are going to kill or get killed!
Okay the main idea behind my post?!
Well, I would rather converge on one theory you go around finding answers to the who? Why? How? And mainly the why? In your life.
Once you are in tune with your real self these questions fade away to give out probable answers.
In the mind it lives and grows, go to roots and water it well, it shall take away the nightmares and hold you out to a newer world.
And this time it shall slip and you wouldn’t hold. No grudges , no curses only lessons to a better tomorrow.
Mansi Raj Singh
04.27.06
Don’t let the sun go down on me
Where did that love go, the pampering arms, which held me when I was down? Now there are just pressures and pointing fingers. I need to get my working shoes on, how can I when I breathe struggling to keep myself alive. They do not understand they do not want to.
All they weave are just bridal dreams.
I am qualified I am bred only to be married off. I exist only to be thrown out from my maiden house. My name loses the charm my identity crashes down. I am just broken into half. I have lived 22 years here and now they want me to go.
Will I feel secured in a stranger’s arms, will I not face same pressures? Then why let me go and this way my fire just dies and breathes its last.
I have responsibilities which I shall shoulder but are these jewels going to help? They save money just to burn them in one night’s holy fire.They will cry when i depart.
Still they weave only bridal dreams.
Mansi Raj Singh
04.15.06
Scarred
So I wait in the darkness, and the rain.
And I've waited my whole lifetime.
I can't see a thing, and I couldn't care less
The king of make believe I am.
I walk the ice, the pretty red ice,
Like a zombie, a madman in daze.
On the lake that's frozen by my blood.
Winds of gloom surround my face.
I dont know what I'm doing here, or what I came for.
Its three twenty one AM.
I look behind, to find no footprints,
Heck, where did I come from ?
Devoid of emotions, all but hate
Stripped of all but pride
I wish it'd rain more and rain till it floods.
In that flood then I would hide.
Hide from what you ask, hide from you
for I'm scared to die, I wanna live
Live a life of misery and angst
Who the fuck wants to forget, forgive?
So won't you leave me here alone in the darkness?
Take away my pride, all the dignity thats burning inside?
Cant you see I'm standing, dishonored and naked?
I'll take all the crosses that you could provide!
So on I wait, at the fortress you call home.
I look at your window its, barred.
It's still Three Twenty one, the time stands still.
And I cant move on, I'm scarred.
Abhimanyu Shankdhar
04.06.06
Girl Power
I am sorry if I offended anyone with my last article. Those were
definately not my intentions. I was just trying to put forward a
different point of view. I got a lot of mixed reactions, mainly
negative though, so I force myself to believe, maybe I just didn't
express myself too well.
So now that I'v talked about virginity, it goes hand in hand with my strong views on Feminism. So let me write a little something onthe tragedy of being a woman.
How well do you guys out there think you know women? And women/girls,how well do you think you know your sex mates (no pun intended) maybeI should stick to the people of the same sex? Well taking a feminist stance, I would like to show a little picture of a certainapproach towards the women folk, convientional approach from our malecounterparts. I repeat its a CERTAIN approach implying, not all menare like that.A girl who wears short skirts and bright lipsticks is a slut. Any girlwho talks to many guys is also one. A girl who likes to party and get drunk is on a mission to seduce guys. Any girl who has slept with her ex/present boyfriend is easy to get. Any girl who hasn't (and thanks tothe reaction to my last article, I can say this) is a loser, someonewho just didn't have the oppotunity, basically a loser,or maybe just twisted or an NRI! They however are a sepreate catogeryaltogether.
The first catergory, however are the sort of girls all guys dream about,
the girls they want, they use and forget about.In other words these are their ideal girlfriends. After a few yearshowever they would probably end up with the girl their mommy choses for them or a girl who they think is worthy of their respect. (These girls ofcourse aren't).Now I by now, I know, all of you hate me and completely disagreewith what
I have written. But if what I said is true in any way, I think we all know the reason behind the popularity of the phrase "All guys are Bastards."I am not saying that all guys think like that, but what I am saying that guys have a lot of preset notions about girls and sometimes can't gobeyond them. All human beings are essentially nice. All we have todo is look at people from a non-convientional point of view.
Selina Arora
04.04.06
Answers from within
I suddenly find myself at this transitory phase, where I come across people floating on the same intellectual plane. And I believe it’s a divine force or some supreme power which controls where/how/who I meet. Every person who gives two words of knowledge to me and everyone else who has the misfortune of tolerating my crap has been designed so as to help me reach that level of consciousness where I exist as a definite yet infinite self.
sometimes I just wonder whether it's providence or just co-incidence. The shifting plane between the practical and the thinker in an ardent need to balance out I just enjoy in this illusionary bubble. I grow much more in my thoughts and where my world lies, in my mind.
Another of the Alchemist theory “the whole universe conspires” ? I really don’t know may be this thought itself is an illusion. Maybe one day when I come out of this utopia, which I hope I so do not! Will I curse my lost self, which has been whiling away time penning down such theories or will I just smile and feel elated that I was a spiritual entity once.
There are millions of words hovering inside my head, so many theories and thoughts all resting on this core essence of existence. My friends hate me when I say this but I will again quote“ We humans are losers, we come to this world, grow up struggle in academics, family life , love life, professions and one day we die. We are cursed to be born again and again and go through the same ordeal”
Is it a pessimistic view? But what really is the answer why are we here?! To suffer, cause pain to fellow losers, curse ?
Once you come out of your own selfish cocooned world and look beyond and explore the eternal truth. You realize we are here because God or that infinite power which drives us is giving us a chance to learn, rectify our mistakes, spread the faith and pass on the little truths of life and beyond.
Paulo Coelho, Brian Weiss and many more have pitched in to spread this message. I do my bit, take a bow and leave.
No roses on my grave
No accolades in my name
Life beyond shall hold and decide
I do my duty and retire
Mansi Raj Singh
PS-selfish enough to publish my byline 
