Showing posts with label power. Show all posts
Showing posts with label power. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Enemy Inside You



Life is a phase of ups and downs, it has always been like that to almost 99% of us. Today I am not going to talk about the 1% who are immune to it but to those of us who have admitted themselves to schools of mediocrity and self pity. I am not any self help book writer but many say that I can be one anyday. I say you can be anyone you want to be, the key to it is self realization. Life as most of us see comprises of the haves and the have-nots. There are few elite who hold the wealth of the world while the masses suffer hunger, unemployment and death.
What is that one thing that makes almost everyone in this world a mere pawn to destiny? What is that belief that pulls you down, that makes sure that you do not rise in life beyond what circumstances permit you to be. If impossible was the word to be taken at face value, it would have not been possible for a race that evolved mere 10000 years ago to go beyond the reaches of space to the moon. Had the men in ancient Rome not taken the charge of the affairs no one would have ever imagined what modern European architecture would have been without the influence it drew from the ancient Latin architecture.


Look at this line image that shows a majority of population below the median level of life while a few elite enjoying the most of this world. You can never be what you want to be if you never think that you can be that person today. Most of us always think that perhaps what we have right now is the best we can get for our abilities. Among the masses there are certain classes of men and women whom I have encountered in 25 years of my life history. Many wise men will say that they have been shaving for twice my age but anyways I have already decided that I would try to reinstate a fact that most of us always tend to ignore.
When I was 10 I had a few dreams, I wanted to be a Judge. When I became 13, I decided that I will do good even if I become a lawyer. What was it that changed my thinking that I accepted a lower hierarchy despite growing up 3 years older. The truth is I was exposed to the world, the big bad world. The wise men call it the reality. I call it…..lets wait for it…..BULLSHIT. When we are young all of us aspire to be in the top 1% but as we grow older and older we see so many of the rest of 99% weaklings that we accept the fact that we are mere mortal pawns in hands of destiny and lets make the best of it by taking what god has given us. Ever wondered why even the worst actors who look uglier than the ugly duckling make it to the most glamorous of the movies. Ever wondered why men who do not command a physique of a sportsman still create records which most men cant even dream to break in the coming decades. It is because these men and women did not bend to circumstances, they did not fall prey to those 99% of BULLSHITTERS who said you cant do that. That’s impossible. That place is for the rich and famous or how can you even dream of doing that.
The Europeans were the pioneers, to abdicate this mentality as a whole and that has given them a way big advantage in todays world. That’s why they say it’s a white man’s world. Today as I see a black man shaking hands with me bending his back almost halfway through despite knowing that I am not even younger than his youngest son just because I am whiter than what he may have ever seen. The Europeans left it and went all around the globe to show the yellow, the browns, the olives and the black skinned people how a mere transformation of a skin pigment makes them the most superior race in this world. And the most of non whites agreed to it accepting their supremacy.
It is a game that elite play among elites and masses play among the masses creating a social hierarchy which makes you believe that you are inferior. When you don’t believe in that thought, many others will try to make you believe that and my guess is that most of the times you will fall prey to it. You will cry, make a big fuss about it and maybe even try to harm yourself for something which will in the end not matter to you anymore one day. It is a game which most of us lose to our very own minds. You get defeated not by others, not by the world but by the enemy who has been hiding inside you for a very long long time and whom you cannot outplay unless you learn to wield the Excalibure of your own power o thoughts. I am still very young, at an age when most of us are confused about what to do in life. We think about how to deal with situations which will haunt us for decades to come. Many of us will try to leave behind great powerful thoughts that would have made you the ever greatest man or woman to have lived on this earth. They fall prey to mediocrity, they fall prey to a negative thought spiral which crumbles you like an anaconda as you give way to it.
This thought may seem radical to you now as you read it the first time. As I will continue to kill this ever enlarging snake with my power of thoughts I will come back with my journal about how to overcome what each one of us faces and go rise to a level where a few elites have risen.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Songs of A Revolution !!!




Today “Espirit De Corps” is an overwhelming emotion inside my mind, so I am penning down the feelings of a soldier who is about to reach the war front. I hope you guys like it.

As I move down the barren mountains and snow laden fields
I wonder what would heaven be like and would I be punished for my dirty deeds
Its not that I feel guilty to have killed scores of fellow men
It was my duty to save my land from being shackled in a dungeon

I do not know if I will come back to the valley dotted with saffron
I do not know whether I will drink again the stew my mother makes in the cauldron
What I know is that I will take on the entire world with my gun to save my motherland
And I will fight till I am the last man in the platoon to stand

In the moment of the would be glory we bask today and rejoice
We cheer as one and sing songs of revolution in one voice
We have chosen the hardest path to walk the steps of life
Still we smile as we fall down with the enemy bullet, winning the final strife

Today, we have decided that no matter how hard victory maybe
We will not succumb or die down; we will make the dreadful enemy flee
These are dreams which I believe will stay even long after I am gone
I may not be there tomorrow, but there will be a revolution and there will be this song

Friday, September 11, 2009

Inside the Mind of a Dangerous Man



Its been so may years since two thousand one

When the mighty nation was shaken and survivors were none

It was a sight that shocked many across the globe

When a plane crashed into the towers sounding the drums


I was young then, with an impressionable mind

Never had I seen anything which could make my conscious grind

I wondered what motivated men to take up the cause

I wondered what were they thinking, what was on their mind


Inside the minds of dangerous men, who have destined to die

Men who are telling the truth to themselves, and detest lies

No matter what their causes were, their means were unjust

No matter what they wanted to achieve, they just created mistrust


In the final moments of life, what takes them to take the last leap?

Does the fear of death, illness and misery no longer make them weep?

I salute the minds of those who reach such an enlightened state

Seldom are such men seen in ordinary days that control their fate


Nor that I support their cause or means at all

I still continue to hate them by all means for making the mighty tower fall

I would still salute their enlightened state which is so very difficult to gain

Where one feels no difference, no misery and no pain


I often think why only dangerous men attain such minds so easily

Why are many millions always tangled in life’s turmoil which is so measly?

The day, when many more good men can go to such an extent

To do something great, to achieve for which they are meant


That day would be the one when we may never need superheroes again

When there would be no existence of misery, deprivation or pain

Its only certain death that takes men to such a state now

When nothing really matters for a man before he takes the final bow


I still wish well for the thousands that left us that fateful day

I am on my knees and “May you rest in peace” is what I pray

But I still feel that the power of the mind is what makes us fight

Else no one would have resisted the dangerous men in that fourth flight


Today is September 11, the fateful day when many perished in one of the biggest attacks on mankind. When the attack happened, I often felt that what motivates a hijacker or a terrorist to do such an act. Is certain death a motivator? How do people feel just a moment before they are going to die?

I certainly abhor such acts but still it certainly shows the power of the human mind to be the most powerful force on earth. This poem though a bit abstract, is homage to those who died that day and moreover an even bigger tribute to those in the fourth flight (which crashed in the open fields) who resisted such dangerous men to save many others on the ground.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The Power of One....

I always believed in the power of one
for one represents the gods might.
An elephant as mighty as can be
comes down on 'an' ants plight.

A man it took to shake the foundations of royalty
who took India of out of its eternal misery
A vision it took for the nation to rise
to take poor prunes as mighty today they reprise

An atom it took to take down a war
to take down an empire even its czar.
An idea it took to make world so bright
taking the life of all to a new dizzy height.

It took a saintly woman to rise and take care
else the entire city would have been a merciless fair.
It was just one man who dicovered america
when no one backed him up and he boarded santamaria.

It was the self respect of one general and king
who brought down the darius and his mighty kin.
It was one man who made the trojan horse
else the greeks were left with eternal remorse.

Those who underestimate the power of one
may believe that it is eqable to that of none
But O mighty men hear my humble song
the power of one is note yet gone.

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