Sunday, March 23, 2008

The pultrichude of simple reveries.

Gold. Greatness. Glory.
Three things that most people would definitely want in this material world. Though what is to be satisfied is not even tangible. Old stories speak of names of endless heroes who possessed all three.... But were they happy with the lives they lead?

The highest known politician in every country is supposedly no different from a common man walking down the street, simply admiring the wonders around him. Unfortunately, this makes the common man better than the politicians we know. Not because of the gold or greatness or glory; it is because of humility. Common mistake of most leaders is that they build a fortress around them thinking that they are superior compared to the mass. They are terribly mistaken to think such.

To seclude themselves makes them vulnerable to attack for they are seen and seem to show themselves above the rest. Pride, a cause of this phenomenon would not do much to help either. Pride tends to worsen this point of view. One who shuts himself within the walls of a sanctuary would only find himself quite uneasy and paranoid.

As compared to the common man, they blend well in the crowd just as predators hunt for prey in the wild. They are well updated with the times with reliable and actual sources. And they get to enjoy a full life in simplicity.


Who would you want to be, the paranoid leader or the simple common man?

Monday, March 17, 2008

How insensitive

Yes, just another fiction that sprouted about out of the blue. Enjoy.
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How is it that time just passes and people barely know what is to happen...
How insensitive I must have seemed
...and when it does happen, its over a bit too soon.
How unmoved and cold I must have seemed
I go about my usual routine, a step at a time. Living practically and typically without much care about the world i exist on.
Did I just turn and stare in icy silence
Could there possibly much more to existing than the usual routine?
What was I to say? What can you say
But what is there, really?
Vague and drawn and sad
There is nothing but the tranquility of the familiar.
I see it still
Is there really more to things?
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Tis the finals week and I'm bound to start and attempt to study. Although the thought and action seems foreign as people who knew me know quite well that I do not bother. Even at exceptional occassions such as "Finals". All is well.