Ticks man!... Those tiny crab like fleas..

I was sitting at my cubicle one early morning, as early as my cab can deliver me to my bread giver - My IT job, all hassled and pissed off at missing a beautiful morning, pondering at what the mail my lead had just sent was trying to convey. The realization that he was mentioning my last release which I incidentally had to make stretching my hours released bugs coincided with a series of mad urge to scratch my tick bites vigorously and things just snow-balled and I was lost in the dizzy, albeit really pleasing sensation one gets on scratching them (Ah!!.. ask the monkeys ppl!!).

Just as I was lost in my own world my colleague passing by my cubicle, with a very peculiar expression on his face as though he had just spotted a pig rolling in the muck asked " Haven't you had a bath today?". My contemplation thus rudely broken by his unsavory words, I turned away still scratching away and muttered some curses under my breath. Ah if only he would just go away! but things just gets messier in offices when you show total lack of response.. And so I growled " I had , Unlike you! you seem to have done away without a bath for months! You smell awful!". His expression changed faster than the "Vacancy" boards and sniffing himself (reminded me of a comic clip of that chimpanzee who struck his thumb up his.. and took a sniff...) he replied all puzzled "I smell great!".. Yeah great my foot! He pours like 5 bottles of perfume..giving a very confusing odour, gives me a real headache.. enough to bamboozle an elephant to drive it insane. In the jungles man, you would juiced in a pulp in no time.

Oh! what do the tick-bite-free creature knows the pleasures of tick bites?. The vain effort to avoid them and the unlikely places they still make their way into! The angry red blotches fading into brownie marks, yet with the same intensity itching away.. Over all.. during the frustrating weeks that has denied me Jungle hours.. these tick bites itch away reminding me about the great times I have had..

Earth Day Muse - EYJAFJALLAJOKULL

Just went through a few picky pictures from the  eruptions at Ejafjallajokull. As one by one the images tumbled out, the power, beauty of that volcanic eruption thrilled me. Just take a look at all that ash and lava streaming out and the flashes of lightning that could pass shivers even to the bravest man on earth let alone those maniacs that say 'man was god's noblest creation and everything on earth made to serve him!'

As I read through the comments, a lot of them expressing  sympathy for the people of Iceland and hoping the calamity will  pass soon. Are you guys really kidding me? Don't wanna sound  pessimistic but, face it people, this is just the tip of the iceberg!

That volcano hasn't even erupted to its full strength and  people are already covering under their beds. Just think of what would have happened if it blows full time. This is simply the beginning of the fury that Earth will unleash on the race of men. And I must say that we have brought this up on ourselves.The reckless way we have looted the resources, plundering everything , damaging the delicate cycles (water-food-air) beyond repairs and above all continuing to do so even in the face of this terrible truth.

I like one particular comment by this guy Keith, he says,  "Having seen things like this makes me laugh when some one remarks  that is our humanly duty to "save the planet Earth." I only  laugh because the idea of humans saving Earth is a joke. Any  one that believes a species that continually murders themselves  can save a planet is a fool. The only thing Earth MIGHT need  saving from is humans, for we have learned to destroy in far  greater capacity than our ability to create. That said, natural  disasters like this volcano give me the impression that Earth  can save itself from us pesky humans with very little effort.  This eruption is indeed very impressive but in reality it is  not as violent or devastating as the full wrath of our Earth's  furry. We as a species have yet to experience our planet's full  destructive powers thus arrogance has grown out of our  complacency. To paraphrase George Carlin, "If you think your  un-recycled plastic, Styrofoam, toxic waste and what not can  destroy this planet, GET *UCKING REAL.... This planet will  shack us of like a bad case of flees" "

Today on Earth day I am sitting in my Air-Conditioned office  cubicle reviewing on what difference have I made. I feel my  efforts have been negligible and a wave of frustration rises,  on not giving my complete , the green  club I wanted to start at my office's been dragging on for  months and today I finally stormed to the concerned people and  pleaded them to give me a go-ahead. I hope when next time I  blog I would be reporting on my up and running green club.

I don't know how many lives will I be able to move to a greener lifestyle. How much of what I do will make a difference, all I know is that we must keep fighting, until there is some glimmer of hope I will not give up.

Jack White

Jack Anthony Gillis aka Jack White the lead vocalist and Guitarist of the bands White Stripes, Dead Weather and The Raconteurs I declare thee One of the greatest Guitarist the world has seen.

Anybody who has listened to '7 nations army' and 'Shades of Black' cannot but agree with my proclamation.

for those who haven't!

Just with so much hints of secrecy and notoriety and all that general air of unkempt and paleness has won him a huge fan surrounding, and in my opinion he would have them anyway!

His controversial relationship with Meg White, declaring themselves to be siblings even when the marriage and divorce papers were unearthed, passing affair with Renee.. adds in and you wonder who this guy is? Everything apart I believe as he  once told the press people who are always so eager to dish the dirt "It's the same thing as asking Michelangelo, 'What kind of shoes do you wear?'...In the end, it doesn't really matter ... the only thing that's going to be left is our records and photos." So, why not be truthful you say? Hmm, I say funny twisty lies are better sometimes..

The very first song I heard together with the visuals was '7 nations army' and the 2 man army totally blew me off.. they just made a great piece of rock song with simply a light drum set and a electric guitar! And ever since that I kept looking out for the White Stripes videos, which were quite eccentric to say the least. The videos were ingenious, sort of fresh and innocent. Meg White's silence and the way she drummed like a kid really and his exuberance and really guitaring balanced things so perfectly. There was really something unbelievably intelligent and cute about them.

And then I hit the raconteurs! Here finally he was able to blast forth completely.. As I heard 'Shades of black' I was a thorough Jack White fan.

His voice adds in to the tremors left by his guitar.. Totally unique and the lyrics.. they are again something, leaves you puzzled. Just check out the song ' Salute your solution' and you will know what I mean.

Unsung Heroes

I have been moving through various circles of people. Some who are compassionate about human sufferings some others about animals and few more concerned about the environment and of course many more with all of them.

Today I was fortunate to meet a few individuals who have dedicated their time and effort to educate the lesser fortunate kids at the government schools. I can see in them the lamp of enthusiasm and passion for the cause and the satisfaction they find in this work. They mingle and laugh with these kids as their own. I know a lot of people would say they are compassionate about the cause, but how many of us actually go all the way of sacrificing the comforts of the easy money?

I have also met people who have taken up the causes of environment, highlighting the alarming rate at which our beautiful planet is getting plundered and its creatures pushed to extinction. They have sacrificed their careers, given up city lives all for the sake of the causes they so strongly believe in.

Through this writing I want to truly deeply show my appreciation to all those wonderful people who have made the difference, to all those beautiful girls and guys I have met so far, stunned me with their integrity, their unfaltering passion for their causes.

And here we go again..

I can't believe it, But I am running in circles again. Blinded by the flash , I took my precautions and well.. I willingly got blinded.

These days I sleep fitfully, Always dreaming, these bloody dreams.. I get up in the morning all disoriented always eating up my morning dividing the real and the unreal. And there seems to be simply no boundaries on what I dream, they all come together just to frustrate the shit out of me and throw me into pathos of depression.

I have been reading Kenneth Anderson's Jungles Long Ago where somewhere he talks about the fake morning that precedes the real by 30 min. He talks about the various animals you can meet that call it a day. And well, what should I dream but an uncanny resembling jungle torn between day and night and I am trying desperately to hide from all the animals that surround the bush I am hiding in and mad with rage. Lord the scariest so far.

And then the other day I am haunted by all those previous 'ppl' I was with and relive all those worst times I had with them, exaggerated million times over.

I am going to take an unusually long time this time to recover from something that should not have bothered me so much. Then again it has to happen to me only.

Second breathe of life - Bandipur

My one week at Bandipur was decisive in so many ways. I was looking forward for the new experiences and adventures that were to come my way and most importantly to test whether I was fit to walk this path I had come to choose.

What surprised me most was my total lack of discomfort in the company of strangers and spending long evenings apparently doing nothing but birding and sharing the tit-bits of the worlds and its inhabitants we have explored and come across. I was in a state of peace, of total solitude. I had no mad urges to scream, to run, to do mad stuff which I am always up to here in the city. I knew I was home.

The waking up at 5.30am bore no grudges from a body that was accustomed to waking up at 7.30 for the 8am cab! A walk of 6-7 km per day through not always a simple terrain, did not strain the legs that hardly walked half a km per day. 

I have never before felt this calm I am experiencing now. The decision for me has been taken. No more I need wait at the station and bear the anxiety of identifying the train I am to alight. I am already on the journey! So many people before have told me the necessity of having a goal in their lives , of seeing that vision of where one ought to be, I have scoffed all along, always seeing myself in multiple roles in multiple destinations. Of being a painter at Paris, a rockstar at LA, writer in Dun, researcher at Amazon.. But now knowing what my role is , I can pursue one passion with full vigor, gather all my time and energy in one focused direction. A Jack no more!

Avatar

I have no idea the psychic behind the man James Cameron, when he made the movie Avatar. What was he thinking? Making a techno flick, Blast the public with 3D effects or to give a wake up call?

I went to the movie with a one minded idea of getting entertained and came out dazed. Most of my friends had a disgruntled expressions. They called it an average movie that hasn't stood for being a 3D movie, nothing made a dash for them and sent them squealing in their chairs after all. A small group of my "other" friends shared with me their thoughts that seemed to echo mine.

Here was a great movie that tried its level best to infuse into people the importance of nature, Of the invisible delicate threads that hold us all in one embracing gesture. You break one to make more space for yourself, the balance is lost, letting free all the threads and the entire structure goes for a toss.

Cameron has definately tried his best to keep the matter light and also entertain the public. If nothing, the Oscars speak loud the general public opinion. Somehow between all the debates, the issue that the movie seemed to address was lost.

Ofcourse a lot in the movie is a exaggeration our world in a more tangible form. Like mother nature's form centralized in Eywa, The idea that nature bears memories in the form the network. A lot of tribal people have a similar bearings like the people of Pandora. They worship mother Earth and regularly thank her. Fight for her and die for her.

This article has been due for long. Its just that I could not place the feeling that the movie evoked in me. Sadness, yes. Sadness for mother Earth, Sadness coz Earthlings have lost that love for her, that mystic connection with her, appreciation of the wonder that she is, thankful for all the wants and needs that she has given us. I wish I were in Pandora a blue creature, Na'vi and stand in shoulder with my brothers and sisters who loved her in a like manner rather than be an Earthling and fight against my people to protect her.