A conversation I had with a friend of mine, Scribbles....
TIME.
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:aaahh wish i could buy that in a store
Scribbles says:yea..that wud be something
Scribbles says: actually im glad its unavailable
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:well come to think of it would illegal to sell time and there would be a campaign " say no to time"..and in a few mnths products like love and happiness and spiritual bliss would also be available on the market
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:albeit in underground levels of existence .....
Scribbles says:hmm i wonder wher wud the material things go then...on 80 % sale
Scribbles says:or available free
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:no material things would hike their rates cuz everybody wants to compete with time
Scribbles says: imagine peddling for time...yea!!
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:yeah then imagine time walking by you and ud have to say that time jst passed you by
Scribbles says:and ppl bragging that they have all the time eternity has to offer
Scribbles says:lol...
Scribbles says:but u wud be running after the time that is passing u by if u were stingy..and banks wud have schemes to buy in installments
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:yeah then Love would feel Jealous of all the attention Time was getting
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:and would go to Happiness for help....
Scribbles says:Happiness wud be engrossed and busy
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:on the other hand Jealousy would file charges against Love for feeling her...
Scribbles says:cuz suddenly the demand wud be rising
Scribbles says:lol...
Scribbles says:but Jealousy wud plead not guilty with circumstantial evidence
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:eventually Time would have to get wasted on some Jack .....and proclaim that its is he who is the law......
Scribbles says: and the changing economy
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:and from now on everyone would abide by Time
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:which is basically where we are today
Scribbles says:lol...
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:hahahahah
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:faakin awesome i say
Scribbles says:yea circling in time
Scribbles says:yea!!
Scribbles says:what face wud u give it?
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:face for time ?
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:maybe its be a child....time.
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:and definetly a girl
Scribbles says:why?
Scribbles says:i think its a wise old man!!
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:hhmm....dunno a girl would be Time personified cuz of the elegance and speed at which it moves
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:and she could be a bawling horror when she decides to plurge peoples feelings
Scribbles says: i dont c speed in time
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:well maybe its a geographical thing linked to sensors in an individuals brain
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:cuz here where i am now..i blink and its 4 mnths...time lapses the way a woman would catch ur glimpse and turn the corner never to be seen again.
Scribbles says:lol...
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:well maybe a woman then....but female for sure
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:infact i have this weird feeling of God being female..(edit: Nick you the man)
Scribbles says:that i agree with...
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:i like it that way
Scribbles says:had to be female
Scribbles says:hmm..
Scribbles says:anyway will continue this..heading home now
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:i guess only a woman has to have the sensulatity to equip us droids with immense emotion....
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:yeah later then
ReSoLUtion_oF_DuALiTy says:was a nice trip
Scribbles says:totally..
Scribbles says: cya
Awesome stufff Smita!!!! always a pleasure to stretch the mind after hours of mundane brochure designs and layouts.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
The journey cannot be broken.
It must flow with the same intensity. The sounds pull me deeper into its core and make me scream.
A scream of ecstasy and love. A scream filled with energy and octaves never fathomed by the sense of hearing. It is muted as compared to energy created by the others.
Together we boom.
I see the lights jump in unison defying gravity defying thought and physics. A huge ball of power I see rising up in the sky collecting more and more as it heads up to the skies….
The others gaze with shut eyes at the irony they exist in.
They see.
They know.
The ball of power creates a divine form smiles impishly at us down below and plummets to the point of origin gathering momentum from loose energy cells that dare hover nearby.
Frantic.
Open chest, ready to absorb the blow, we stand, mere mortals to this mass of neuro-energy.
It must flow with the same intensity. The sounds pull me deeper into its core and make me scream.
A scream of ecstasy and love. A scream filled with energy and octaves never fathomed by the sense of hearing. It is muted as compared to energy created by the others.
Together we boom.
I see the lights jump in unison defying gravity defying thought and physics. A huge ball of power I see rising up in the sky collecting more and more as it heads up to the skies….
The others gaze with shut eyes at the irony they exist in.
They see.
They know.
The ball of power creates a divine form smiles impishly at us down below and plummets to the point of origin gathering momentum from loose energy cells that dare hover nearby.
Frantic.
Open chest, ready to absorb the blow, we stand, mere mortals to this mass of neuro-energy.
An amalgamation of thoughts colors feelings and sound. As I walk through these huge structures of concrete mass I see smiling people.
Déjà vu.
A feeling of reminisce accompanied with powerful trips down the pathway of future.. Curving roads , 6 feet tall speed breakers and whole civilization walking with me matching me step by step move by move.
I dance along the black and white visual on the road pausing to make a note to self, are we as confused as the artwork or have we habituated to psycho analysing everything that comes our way?
Whatever the answer to that can wait for now I’ve hit these crazy blurs of light that seem to just appear and disappear in front of me……are they attached to an object or do they simply switch on and move from place to place. Red orange pink blue metallic and earthy vibes create a vortex that sucks every thing human including a couple of innocent pillars that have never experienced the world of life altering visuals and crystal clear sounds.
Finally I seem to have reached my destination but it feels like I’ve danced in one place….thoughts do move objects, places and cities.
Maybe all this travelling we experience is us in one place all the time and our thoughts doing all the moving. Well after all, they do manifest reality.
One day we will see yellow gorillas and blue flamingos flying up in the clouds. We will have pink frappe latte for breakfast and consume multicoloured fruits.
And yes we would be still dancing.
Déjà vu.
A feeling of reminisce accompanied with powerful trips down the pathway of future.. Curving roads , 6 feet tall speed breakers and whole civilization walking with me matching me step by step move by move.
I dance along the black and white visual on the road pausing to make a note to self, are we as confused as the artwork or have we habituated to psycho analysing everything that comes our way?
Whatever the answer to that can wait for now I’ve hit these crazy blurs of light that seem to just appear and disappear in front of me……are they attached to an object or do they simply switch on and move from place to place. Red orange pink blue metallic and earthy vibes create a vortex that sucks every thing human including a couple of innocent pillars that have never experienced the world of life altering visuals and crystal clear sounds.
Finally I seem to have reached my destination but it feels like I’ve danced in one place….thoughts do move objects, places and cities.
Maybe all this travelling we experience is us in one place all the time and our thoughts doing all the moving. Well after all, they do manifest reality.
One day we will see yellow gorillas and blue flamingos flying up in the clouds. We will have pink frappe latte for breakfast and consume multicoloured fruits.
And yes we would be still dancing.
A hand that casts its shadow over cities. Energy emitting from its finger tips.A powerful communication link established between nature and the human. Unseen melody.
A horse that dares to lift is head to gaze at the finish. Beyond the finish. A gazeless stare. No end in sight. Still on.
A horde of feather like species staring at us as if the world we dance in is a mirage. With wonder they look us in the eye searching for meaning, visuals and half baked brain cells .
They see colors.
I run with them as I walk. A race I never want to win.
A circular orbit they spin me through.
I spin.
I twirl.
I dip.
I live.
I now know why I’m human.
I now know why I exist..
Exhale.
A horse that dares to lift is head to gaze at the finish. Beyond the finish. A gazeless stare. No end in sight. Still on.
A horde of feather like species staring at us as if the world we dance in is a mirage. With wonder they look us in the eye searching for meaning, visuals and half baked brain cells .
They see colors.
I run with them as I walk. A race I never want to win.
A circular orbit they spin me through.
I spin.
I twirl.
I dip.
I live.
I now know why I’m human.
I now know why I exist..
Exhale.
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