The Enchanted River

  • The Magnificent Fairy tale of the Oriental Roach.

    Stinky and sore in the eye
    the rat walked past the sewage of sin
    it was his world, his empire
    nobody would dare take it from him
    not even the wily cockroach of the east

    He had won the fight against him
    the ruler of the underworld,
    the great king of stink, Lord Lizard
    Now they looked at him in awe,
    for he was the lord of sin

    (Time Rewind by a few whatever..)

    The age, eons after a terrible nuclear war
    A holocaust too terrible to endure
    They had all been gone, forever.
    And a new age had begun
    The age of Roaches, Lizards and Rats

    Higher up in the cycle
    lived the lonesome lizards of the far north
    most terrific and awe-inspiring!
    rats and lizards and roaches of all parts
    went and seeked spiritual solace under them.

    And down under’ were the skippers of the east
    who could run an entire desert without a sweat
    Skill and honor balancing tightly on the rope
    They were hired by those cunning chinese roaches
    to terminate the ever calm lizards of the north

    War after war, Only now the rats untouched
    they were all too happy
    ushering in an underground civilization
    in a triumphant era of post-nuclear awesomeness
    They were feared for their secrecy and bloody wit

    And among these undergroundees, there was,
    a paladin of magnificence to be true
    His name, Rit the Ratter III, carrying a legacy
    on his back, unsubdued by the babbles of roaches
    and lizards, and a mundane conjecture of peace

    So, the allies of the roaches comes with a plan
    and propose to the spiritual lizards of the north
    Why quarrel amongst us, for this unfinished land
    while those bloody undergroundees endure as ever
    and usher in a golden glow sans gold

    Now, come to think of it said Lord Lizard
    the great king of the North,
    these skippers here have a good feet
    and the rattlers have promised us help
    we can take em down and bask in that glow (sans gold)!

    Don’t trust him said the Lord’s Uncle
    a great veteran of the war
    ‘Those cunning roaches won’t stop at nothin’
    said he, in his hushy tone as ever,
    ‘Now now uncle, don’t get carried away’ said Our Lord.

    Uncle Lizard had seen the Indians and Chinese talk
    he had been there and seen it all
    those roaches were the strongest and smartest of all
    and a billion of ’em overflowing the gullies and docks
    ‘we’ll never stand chance against them for sure’

    A treaty is a treaty and Lord agreed
    so the Roaches of the Orient
    with the support of the skippers from down under
    and Lord Lizard’s Glorious army
    went west to conquer the Magnificent Sewage of the Sin

    Now the story of The Sewage,
    is a heritage told by every mother to ‘er young one
    Its an honor, for those secret Rats
    and an honor is never to be questioned
    A long long time ago…

    There were idiots called humans
    and they killed themselves
    and with them they took all those trees and land
    and agriculture and rivers and blah etc blah
    all that remained were the underground Kingdoms

    The kingdoms formed a brilliant network
    of interconnecting passageways of the west
    as they were known by the roaches’
    Sewage of Sin, they fondly called it
    and how true it was.

    The Rats had an army, so strong
    that the roaches of the orient
    had feared them for long
    but sheer cockpower on their side
    and with the lizards and skippers too

    A chance they had to conquer the glow
    The glow that had eluded them for long
    Of food, sex and a lifestyle that was wrong
    young roaches and lizards signed up for the attack
    They planned it great, oh so very true

    Now Uncle of the Lord was made the Gambit pawn
    He was made to go talk to the Ratter III
    and comeout with a treaty that was horribly wrong
    The rats had to be the slaves of us
    or perish!

    Lord Lizard was frontline regiment
    he led the horrible huns of the east
    and the Wily Roach from India
    who was supposedly a wizard
    took the east flank of the tunnels

    Now, not agreeing to the proposal
    Rit the Ratter III, furious,
    Summoned his Invincible army of biting basterds
    The battle was looking horrible
    and a holocaust, the second was looming.

    It started, the battleground was bloody
    and deaths and sufferings were plenty
    Ratter led from front and took down the stink king
    Lord Lizard was defeated.
    ( This brings us to the scene where we started)

    He thought he was unconquerable
    but he hadn’t known
    for he was taken down by the wily roach
    in a magnificent display of art
    War, Peace, it didn’t matter no more

    The Roaches of the orient had won
    cunning, oh how cunning they were
    and now Lord Lizard was dead too
    Skippers and rattlers were loyal to ’em
    and Spiritual northies were under their rule

    The Rats, the lizards had come under
    a Monarchy, An empire built by those roaches
    An empire so vast and prosperous
    they had little or no hope
    It was sheer awesome power.

    (Fastforwarding the Clock by a few whatever..)

    Many eons had passed
    since the humans had perished
    and the lizards and rats had come under the
    roaches empire, a period of awe
    History was in the making.

    The headquarters in Eastern Himalayas
    They were the rice loving courtiers
    the roaches were a fine lot, they were
    politics, culture, sport, architecture
    an era of monetary ups!

    (Fastforward a little more…)

    Bang!
    Evolution!
    Sun Becomes Red giant!
    Earth No More!
    Darn! BUMMER!

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  • The Prophecy That Is

    If only i had a chance to make things better
    For they aren’t any fair now, never

    Oh, i could build cities n’ kingdoms
    None too many to eradicate our ambits
    Love and plenty in each and every
    Young and alike, no more foreboding

    I have tried, and i will so on,

    Had i had a say, in his divine play,
    Augmented on this reality of our tale,
    Dancing, merry, and a concord, yet faraway.

    A wisdom, stark, and on my face.

    Crimson, and raw the dusk sets
    Higher powers in its play
    Anger, Age, and no other humanly in the fray
    Nigh, the time draws, so slow and soft
    Creeping unto mortality, bare, and bitten
    Elegies and sobs, and an old violin say

    Together and only thus, a song is sung
    Of erased pasts and a united dominion.

    Make a wish, and whistle into the air,
    And listen, listen close, she’ll say,
    Kings and commanders have come this way,
    Enduring what i have bequeathed.

    The days that were, and those that will be,
    Hurdles that there were, and those that are,
    Incepting the fact, of pervert men and sinful too,
    Notwithstanding a force this strong,
    Gore and death that followed, a bout of blasphemy
    Sans a box, to put these sins back in,

    Beloved and all, see it and sing, a song of accord,
    Edge it out of your lives, the sorrow and ire,
    Transcend beyond, for we aren’t meant this way,
    To a happy life, and no qualms or despair,
    Enervate that greed, and do it now,
    Reality will not last for another epoch.

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  • Ticket Master Mr. Kari King

    Bold n’ beautiful Mr. Kari was
    Emerging from his abysmal sleep, yawn!
    Agape, he sat, darn it was three, and cloudy too
    Unswerving routine that he has had, for years now
    To the loo, and then, when, who?
    Yet time till four, the arrival of the rail engine

    Boohoo, and the ever long list
    Egregiously beckoning him, oh la-di-da-da,
    Yip yip he sipped his usual dark coffee
    Out and about, wearing his black coat
    Nonetheless, his white collar tie too, mind it please.
    Doing his thing, waiting for the four-o-clock train,

    Dull and quiet the afternoon was,
    Reverberating the siesta town the train roared in,
    Every man’s dream, a quiet afternoon’s sleep
    And Mr. Kari with his ticket-check list,
    Moved through the compartments of the 80’s beast,
    Seasons and trains, and of ticket master Mr. Kari King.

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    My contribution to Jingle’s Poets Rally Week 34

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  • Ten reasons why you should love Geography – Part I

    A Sunday afternoon game of Hangman.

    Who wouldn’t have done this one.

    [Scene: Sunny, On the Balcony,  A book and a pencil,  A cup of coffee, and a person you like]

    Places. Cities. Countries. ( A reminder of the brilliant landscapes )

    A Quadrillion of ’em. Waiting to be Hangman-ed away.

    How it’s played:

    One of you choose a place in your mind ( secretively) . You write down blank spaces on the paper, as the number of letters in the place, for the other one to guess it letter by letter. He/She can get a letter wrong 7 times. ( H a n g m a n).

    Say the place you choose is ” India “. you write _ _ _ _ _ , for the other one to fill. If he says ‘y’ which is not in ‘India’. He loses his ‘H’ and then ‘a’ and ‘n’ … till ‘n’ of the word ‘hangman’. If he says ‘i’, then you have to fill the I’s ” I _ _ _ i _ ” . He keeps guessing till he gets the place you thought, or loses.

    Ah, the fun.

    *Sips Coffee*

    An Alien Invasion.

    Yes, yes, yes. We’ve all debated on this for eons. and then the next eon.and the next.

    “Humans are strange people. They fight for land, women, and a ridiculous thing called money.” – A famous alien.

    Gee, Mr. Alien, thank you very much.

    Wait, For all of you who DO NOT believe aliens exist. I pity. Deep Deep Deep Pity. *sighs, and mutters under breath* Oh please wake up. The biggest number you can even fathom, the universe is much bigger than that. Heard about probability? We just can’t be alone, in such an epic conjecture. Oh plus, we have UFO’s, conspiracy theories et cetera et cetera.  End of story. aliens exist.

    P.S for more clarifications on existence of aliens and their behavioral patterns, Google – aliens, SETI, Stephen Hawking, you’ll get there.

     

    < Back to Geography>

    The world as we see it today is beautiful. very, very beautiful. ( yeah all carbon emission shit aside )

    And we are irksomely mundane to realize that, to realize a civilization like us is nothing but covet-able, a system so profound and mutilating to outsiders, we take it for granted. we live in harmony. we have energy to exploit. we have the female species to recreate. we have music. we have blue skies and color perception. we have water. we have peace.

    For all we know, the situation could be MUCH MUCH worse else where. ( indicating to our future too if we continue this blasphemous lifestyle of us ).

    Yes an alien civilization may have depleted all their resources and fed on their home planet to move on as scavengers searching for an energy source. They may be un-subjective to emotions or love or other human tendencies. To kill may be Normal in their physics. To Deplete and move on may be  a law in their government, and planet earth could be the next hit list in their grocery supply spree.

    [ Scene: Aliens Now Everywhere altering the world ]

    Alien Affairs Minister: You should Leave NOW!

    Mr. Alien:  ^&)$%#2*()3^$$#@#_(#(9i

    Alien Affairs Minister: <er>

    We may not understand them.

    Our strongest nukes may not even be a speck in their arsenal.

    ” All we can do is sit and eat popcorn”

    While they alter our planet and suck on the resources and change the landscape forever.

    Love Geography. Love Planet Earth.

     

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  • A Day in The Mauryan Empire

    A remarkable day, it had had to be, for when Chanakya, The Philosopher and the keeper of the secrets of Politics saw what an emperor Chandra Gupta Maurya would make, and oh how right he was.

    Elsewhere Alexander the great had left the far east in Ruins, and the Nanda Dynasty Ruling Northern Plains centring around The Majestic Ganges was left weak. Chandra Gupta, was the face of a new world.

    A world which had for so long eluded the west. A Magical gateway to bliss and beyond, voices of sweet spring of civilization. He would go on to build an empire so vast and powerful, It would make the greek look silly. An Empire so modern and civilized, Megasthenes had no words for it.

    The Maurya Empire when it was first founded by Chandragupta Maurya circa 320 BCE, after conquering the Nanda Empire when he was only about 20 years old.

    His achievements, which ranged from conquering Macedonian satrapies in the northwest and conquering the Nanda Empire by the time he was only about 20 years old, to achieving an alliance with Seleucus I Nicator and establishing centralized rule throughout South Asia, remain some of the most celebrated in the history of India. Over two thousand years later, the accomplishments of Chandragupta and his successors, including Ashoka the Great, are objects of great study in the annals of South Asian and world history.

    Chandragupta established a strong centralized state with a complex administration at Pataliputra, which, according to Megasthenes, was “surrounded by a wooden wall pierced by 64 gates and 570 towers— (and) rivaled the splendors of contemporaneous Persian sites such as Susa and Ecbatana.”

    And all this civilization and the buzz of life, a creation of power and prosperity, the secret to the empire was the river Ganga.
    Or fondly called by The West as the ” Ganges “.

    In her prime, She rages along a thousand five hundred miles of fertile land, to this day, a spectacle of modern era.

    And one of the most audacious asset of the Mauryan Empire.
    The Pataliputra Built right along the bed, with majestic balconies and views, for a life fit for the king.

    Of a social, care-free and a free world that the Mauryan Empire bought, and the lessons of peace and governance it taught, to this day it remains, the most magnificent page in the book of India.

    And truly does it reflect the India today. The culture within and the pride.

    I am, oh certainly, a proud Indian.

    ” Suffering comes from desire ” – Buddha.

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  • Life of Code

    include include my head
    the fat code said
    define i did its scope
    giving it some real hope

    and then the main, sweet
    decorate, indentate, neat
    calls, and passes were made
    and some benchmarks laid

    time to compile it squealed
    big oh! of one, i kneeled,
    flawless, pristine, and dense
    it all finally made sense.

    and now to cross platform
    as reckoned it did perform
    gee, now to shoot trouble,
    the code, indeed very subtle.

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    P.s try sitting in a C++ class after heavy lunch :x
    gah.

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  • Mind-lore

    I have unabashed soared,
    out from a stifled dream,
    I was repressed by ’em,
    and life hidden in me.

    and now as i walk,
    a breeze that comes with,
    brings a halcyon memory forth,
    for a life that lies beckoning.

    of the many colors that remain
    untasted through my days,
    in my land i will,
    a brief affair, with the strange.

    I will certainly do,
    see ’em all, drink and taste.
    pleasures of the vim,
    You come along too?

    and when the wind hit,
    as it took away my repose,
    or so i thought, I veered,
    from a path, of inertia and torpor.

    of that scraggly life that i led,
    i forget, and i think, and i think,
    this new freedom biting its way in,
    the devil in me laughed.

    I shall pass culling,
    for life throws ’em aplenty,
    affluence seeking its way home,
    this myriad mind of mine.

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Hi, I’m Suhas. The below sculpture is not of me.

Marble statue of Sappho on side profile.