Cornucopia of Life

This is probably the second time i felt a notion of restlessness+sedation , man .... being a 25er has its own pros and cons. I would just like to make a point here , this probably may be surprising for a enormous lot but the indifference for the birthday day grew on me and i felt pretty relaxed about the fact that it passed without any serious recollection. I absolutely did not do anything.

Sigma's that should hold your naive and nascent mind , captivating questions of motives. Intuitivist how far can one foresee till it dawns in his head that, rational morales and self-objectives are primary; in order to be blessed by happiness ? I maintain the belief that the existence of something is regardless of anyone's conscious awareness, it simply exists because it has to exist, and nothing, animate or inanimate can change that. Rationalist The platonic relationship of reason and belief , the oddities are submerged in a facet of deep understanding of oneself. What must imbibe in such a non-physiological state of mind is that one can never foretell of what is going to happen but one must always understand the truer essence of the events that happen or digress. Basest As a non-responsive anarchy if one must shall indulge in a seductive trance, one must also understand the repercussion of one's doings. Spiritualist A light, that fragments from the soul tearing apart what

When every fathomable judgment passes , a entity is summoned, Every dark-lit word , whiplashes in your flesh, eroding your self-respect and dignity, Are they the only with the power to judge ?or Are you powerless ? The resonating words : What goes around, comes around. When Mortality herself judges you, should you not pay heed to how you are judging her projectile ? Should' nt life be just fair, If Mortals have the wisdom to judge others with their fragmented,vulgar, impulsive, slap-stick dialect, do they never pay any heed to how they are being judged ? Is it true that a Mad-man is usually free of any luggage ? Does it never occur to them that life is about resonating like a filled girdle of ledge-liquid , rather than a battering self which usually stammers on its own semi-moronic self, when its at the receiving end ? Do people really know when they have puissance ? Are they that Vain ? Does life always side-by people who can never embrace themselves when they are cornered ? Does

So here i am back again, aching and trying to make sense of the events that unfold, trying to gasp and Wow everything that encircles me, ultimately overshadowing the clearer thoughts ! Honestly, Do most men really have the balls to live up to their word when they are slit-opened under the knife, i doubt. I faintly remember discussing this with mom (a couple of days back when i again encountered "Crisis") and in her words she tells me " Beta, It is really not a place for us honest individuals to linger in our intentions, sooner the world around you is going to capsize and you will fall prey to this unjust society ! " , well to tell you the truth now-a-days i doubt if anyone can ever make sense to me except for her, probably the few words that she really grants me are the words that reflect, a depth of meaning, which i hardly fetch from any other source. The number of links that these omnipresent words, that have shard 'd my left spheric-crown are always beyond a

BLAH!

All my life i thought i could sustain myself enough to never let anything perturb my unpredictable nature, i thought it was a wonderful avenue to be in where your boulevard would always talk about uncertainty and ambiguity, leading you into multi-lateral directions which never really make sense to you or to the person affiliated to you. I basically cribbed my way, into my own hole of biasness, which strengthened my beliefs to such a great extent that i always wanted to be portrayed into something i was not. i am sure most of us would like to be into something which gives us a "High" feel, so what we do is we basically try a few oomph! factors which somehow make us sound more invulnerable towards rudimentary feelings, which people call "Stress", making our beliefs more stronger and probably progressing into things which we feel are more relieving . Things which let us go of the past , the stupid mistakes that we did, the surreal amount of wasted time, the ungodly h

A man must die; that is, he must free himself from a thousand petty attachments and identifications. . . . He is attached to everything in his life, attached to his imagination, attached to his stupidity, attached even to his sufferings, possibly to his sufferings more than to anything else. . . . Attachments to things, identifications with things, keep alive a thousand useless "I"s in a man. These "I"s must die in order that the big I may be born. But how can they be made to die? They do not want to die. It is at this point that the possibility of awakening comes to the rescue. To awaken means to realize one's nothingness.

With each passing minute, i discover a new idendity, a new role, a new objective, a new responsibility, Although there are numerous reasons which usually spurt on the onset of surprising discoveries, there is also a deep rooted augmentation of belief. A belief of structure and order, a belief of tombs which seldom falls. The ambigous nature of humans , bars predictability, bars a lot of logic-based conclusions about a persona. The pedigree of thought - chains continue about nature of contrasting individuals, about their pragmatic perception, about a constant forcing of views. It is this nature which separates the alpha and the rest, it is this true nature which segregates a multi-divisional choice boulevards. There are tough times when a thought over-flow, will just seal one's way of seeing things. A patriotic persuasion of words which lead you to a divine logic , which is above all questions. Is then the realization of your untapped captivity, which usually plays a role in your p

I have long survived the night, i have stayed in my tormented times , i have lived alone, i have lived by my own but there is one thing that is always frozen, the thought of our dreams broken, I have scaled, I have climbed, I have looked for the things that rhyme, but i can never forget, Tumbling thought of resilience got glue Baked honey-crusted cookies were few The links that make me miss you, the innocent morning leaf dew.

In these captive times of struggle , i realized one truth that nothing in this world would beat me down. Nothing can ever kill my spirit, ironically this may not hold true for everyone but it holds true for me, for i behold what is closest and the most dearest thing to my life, a champagne of beauty. The mesmerized fragrance of solitude still lingers, the most frequent thought that could ever occur to me was the helix'd nature of life, turns, potholes, beamers, grappling steps, and unforeseen ambiguity. Perplexing i retired in the night to prepare for my coming days.

Dudes and all you systems biology enthu's , check this out, Novartis, The Broad Institute, and Lund University announced the completion of a genome-wide map of genetic differences in humans and their relationship to type 2 diabetes and other metabolic disorders. All results of the analysis are being made accessible, free of charge on the internet to scientists around the world ( Novartis Media Release, Feb 12, 2007 ) The results of this study are available at http://www.broad.mit.edu/diabetes/ Has the increasing complexity of genome-wide studies and other large-scale systems biology datasets reached a threshold that makes the open source option more attractive to the pharma industry?

A undebated gospel , leads us to no good, .... tragic words of emotions that can be unfolded till eternity, no one cares, no one bothers, alas! a lamp kindles, a fire roars.... A motive so pure, so powerful that it can torment whatever that comes its way. The stronger force beckons, The Zeusic strength flows, Massive attack.

Earth shattered boulevard of mine, Take me to a place of lure, where the stars are grey and the light is blue and the kingdom of gold. Relentless, i stay in these times of tide. Resonating, Sonicating the time that i need, Awaiting, For that dying desire.

Most of us do not correlate with the ideology of a balance in self-sustainability, We constantly try to moralize our principles and tilt towards a meaningful extreme. what i really reckon is the self-indulgent notion of a fulcrum, A balance of senses, A composite layout of virtues which ultimately strengthens from within. Every con-man desires to be what he is not, And on many such occasions gets away with the ring, The sultry notion of a mere bridge that can possibly rid you of a ridge or a niche can be regarded as a subtle value of existence. it is not always possible to rebel or submit. There has to be a way, there always is a option. || ॐ सिधान्ता नमः ||