In the time bygone and the time to come,
I am waiting for none.

For those who find me still,
For those who are entangled with me,
For those who loathe me,
You are a mundane affair.

For those who deceit me,
For those who lie me,
For those who feel I should die
You are an extinguished fire.

You are an anesthetized dead body.

Truly
Abinash

Abinash's Postulates - The inside out

I have always been a stealler. I steal ideas, imaginations and words among many. I keep them in my safe vault untill I become the undisputable creator of them. I become the creator as the stolen entities (I propose them as comodities) would be aged enough to have been erased from junta's mind by the time I would claim my ownership. People now don't remebr who exactly this idea comes from. Even the one who had suggested it would take it as a 'deja vu' when he learns it.
But I am so proficient in it. No one knows when and what I steal. I am an ideal idle man. Too reluctant to think, too lazy to even try to think and more, too ignorant to learn what exactly "thinking" is.

Truly
Abinash

Identity Missing And Unknown

My brain is flourishing with all kind of negative thoughts. In all possible negative axes of all possible dimension.

My restless eyes searching for an obsolete, abandoned object inside me. My heart has become no more than a dump yard. It contains every thing that my brain dumps.
And on an narrow edge I stand with my identity missing and unknown.

Truly
Abinash

Some Crap Don't Read

The other day a mail I received
proclaiming , great onliners on T-Shirt.
As usual my devil mind worked with the serenity to create some onliner replies
for them.... thought of not posting it still though a crap still I am posting it.
**MR stands for my reply
1) I wear my attitude.
MR: Then your attitude needs a wash.
2) I am who I am.
MR: You are "Who I am" - I never knew People copy me to that extent.
3) Some crappy IIT T-shirt said : We don't follow rules, we create them.
MR: If u don't use why u create them, Oh... u mean u create useless things.
4) Again some crappy IIT T-shirt said on the back:
See I am First, U are second to me.
MR: Yeah but I am looking back at you, Why are u moving in the wrong direction.

Its not
Truly
Abinash

The crowd has learned lately. This morning I was caught in a disgusting traffic near Domlur Signal and where vehicles lined up beyond my sight can catch; like a pile of scattered books in an old library. But one thing I could see and hear was an Ambulance desperately searching for a way to escape. The loud siren was in coherent with the desperate try of the motor, enough to raise an alarm of urgency. I felt pity for the patient inside so as the traffic does not seem to move in the next 30 minutes. But then the whole stuck traffic started in unison and amidst the jam, a narrow yet traversable passage started to appear.
By the time the dynamic passage neared me involuntarily I moved my bike awkwardly to left and leaned it a little, The auto rickshaw, the Benz, the scoda, the lorry every thing moved, not along the road but laterally and a way is made for the ambulance to move ahead.
No one would question others movement, everything occurred as a predefined pattern and ah... the man is fortunate, he cut through the traffic and the ambulance was set on move again. Amazing, The Indian crowd is no more illiterate of ‘raising-to-the-need-of-the-hour’.

Part II : -

But what has made the traffic to stand still is same what made me alter my notion on Indian crowd. I figured out sudden the automated traffic signals went off, and the traffic police came in to play waving their hands. And stopped this particular path for more than 6 minutes now and hence the vehicles have piled up to a length beyond control. 6 minutes now is 10 minutes... 12 minutes... but the hand won't signal a GO. Why? It became clear as soon as a White Ambassador with a red light on went passed before us escorted by a police jeep. Some crappy state minister. For them s traffic would stand still and may be people should die even if the need be. Each of us lost 15 + 3 minutes each 18 minutes. and the total number of people would certainly be more than 500 then.. so 500 * 18 = 9000 minutes = 150 hours was lost in the traffic. Plus the fuel + the pollution + the start of a bad day for these 500 poor guys. All for the sake of some crappy minister who would prefer traffic free or say empty road ahead to his destination. How sad? The man inside the ambulance could have dies in the deal. A man may get late for some exam and even he reaches with some mental dissatisfaction he would not be able to deliver. Software professionals like me who are paid hourly basis say 200$ per day..... Would loose a good chunk. And all these in the deal to get way for some crappy minister who does not even know the traffic rules. I would change the notion to
The Indian crowd – (politician) is no more illiterate of ‘raising-to-the-need-of-the-hour’. A good part and a bad part both belong to the same traffic. Its how INDIAN traffic is

Truly
Abinash

Kill me for I want to Die.

Its run run run and cry..
Kill me for I want to die.
A soul full of sins..
A hand full of crimes.. I am rotten, can't take it more...
Kill me for I want to die.
A disaster in run..
A history that burn...
A lie of living truth...
A spy of unknown sleuth...
It can't get any worse...
Kill me I won't remorse..
Me is waste dirt and filthy ...I can't see any light, my conscience is guilty.
Kill me for I want ot die.

Truly
Abinash