The Long Conversations

The Long Conversations

The world is a hurried place. We walk fast , we text faster, we type at robotic speeds and we are instant beings of slow processing. We try to go faster and faster hardly stopping or taking a pause to appreciate the collateral beauty emanating in a subtle disguise from every event.

We want everything short and concise , packed, organised and neatly classified. We want information ordered and stories told in five words and we call them ‘haiku’ or ’terribly tiny tales and shit’. While doing all this we terribly ignore the depth, the exploratory genius and the pearls that lie beneath layers of useless phrases.

I believe that it is important to go deep and into the details. Engage yourself in deep and thoughtful conversations. Talk till words and topics are exhausted. Brainstorm and fire new neural pathways. Use your grey cells damn it!

So next time when you talk to someone , listen to their story and learn from their experiences. Do not get impatient to know the end or conclusion because you know journey is important and destination is just another end to a new beginning. Think upon that.


The Reason Behind Universe. 

At the back of my mind, subconsciously one question has always puzzled me, although there are many such puzzling questions firing in my neurons all the time but the one I am talking about is the trickiest one. I have a simple theory, according to my observations, everything that happens around us has a reason. From the most miniscule to the mega events, everything is governed by reason. What is the reason for universe ? Why was it ever created, and for what purpose ? I have this feeling that no one can understand the question I am seeking the answer of. It is a helplessness to live with a question weighing you down.

You may say time comes with answers to all questions, but this question demands a lifetime and no guarantee of a certain answer. To experience what I am talking about is beyond daily and usual. It is bigger and deeper than we can begin to imagine and compared to it I am nothing. Imagine such a grand scheme laid out perfectly, a master plan played out to what end and why in the first place ?

We try with our limited tools and intelligence to figure out what it is all about but we to say the least we haven’t even scratched  the surface. Time and space are just theories and in reality even what I write is just my perception.  The willingness to believe is simply your own decision. The best way to sum up all this is that everything is about choices, at least everything that is about us. The other choices were just made by themselves as the events unfolded.

There is no control of human beings over matters of planets or stars dying and comets passing. We can only hope to control nations and planets at most.

The universe, however is a bigger concept. If we consider the pattern, the universe is ruled by laws which we cannot understand yet and beings whom we have no proof of!

As a poet and as a writer , my theory is the universe has no reason, nothing ever is reasonable. It is all just theories and chains to bind your mind. If anything universe is , it is free.  It is beyond all logic, any definition or perception and in the least universal.

I have met people 

I have met people who were too conscious of themselves, too much exclusivity in their lives is impossible.  They will share, but only a portion of their lives. They will dream but with definite boundaries, and then interpret those dreams by someone else’s description.

I have met people who thought what others thought, saw others’ visions and lived a life which was only an attempt at acceptance from others.
I have met people who knew too much and spoke too little, I have met people who knew too little and spoke too much. I have met people who were oblivious to present and some who lived in the not so distant future. I have met people with different ways of thinking.
I have met people who held their belief in stones, some who held theirs in currency notes, few others who lived for votes. I have met people who were more dead than alive.

I have met people who were like little suns, shining like beacons of light but dark inside.

I have met people who never forgot a path once they traveled on it. I have met people who were so certain about the far future that they didn’t notice death standing nearby. I have met people who embraced their death smiling and some who cried.

I have met people who create life, artists who capture imaginations and dreamers who believed nothing was impossible. I have met musicians who created music so sublime that time stopped and space stood by.

I have met strangers who felt like a part of me and I a part of them. I met people who looked fine but were broken inside.

I have met people who were at peace and knew neither love nor hate. I knew people who were always angry and some who always smiled.

This world is full of multitudes of people, so go out there and be your self.


Cheers to life !

Rebanada de Tiempo

Hi, This is a short story I wrote for a competition where I was given a passage which could be used in the middle,beginning or the end of the story.

The passage ran as “I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven”

Here is the story..

Rebanada de Tiempo

I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…six, five, four, three, two, one !” and I woke up with almost zero motion except for opening my eyelids. An alarm clock stared back at my face, showing 1 PM. I realised I had the same dream again, it had happened too many times for me to forget. If there was a meaning behind this dream, I had to know it. My life gave me enough time to dwell on dreams that mattered to me. What did the countdown lead to ? Who was this person in my dream ? Time was running out, I checked my schedule and found one darn appointment. ‘Lunch, The Monarch Restaurant at 2PM with Rumi’. Rumi was supposed to be a new client who offered to meet and discuss.

I had to work on Sundays too. The hunger for money kept me hungry and foolish. Unwillingly, I carried myself, dressed and drove to The Monarch. It was a luxury restaurant in the suburbs of the city. It was a ‘dine in your private garden’ themed restaurant, private gardens decorated the area around every table. The usher showed me to a mini garden. I did not understand why I was invited to such a place. Maybe this Rumi was a rich guy and liked to flaunt his money by meeting watchmakers like me.I sat on a chair and looked around, checked my watch, a habit I wanted to get rid off. Maybe it was because I worked with watches the whole day. Last week, I had been on an edge and a buzz kept me going. Today, It was no buzz but a nagging, an irritation about everything, even the way I dreamt. The flowers were a little soothing, and I was lost in their beauty for a long time. When I turned to check my watch, I almost shrieked and fell off my chair. A person was now sitting on the chair before me which was empty just a while ago. Perhaps, I was lost in the flowers for a long time. I did not see or hear him coming. He was a sexagenarian.I could tell it because I am good at deducing age. He had a peculiar moustache, his hair pulled back in a ponytail, black eyebrows and not even a single white hair. He wore a ring embedded with an exquisite stone inside which light rays danced.

As I sat back up, he introduced himself, ‘Hello,I am Rumi.’
“Hi, I am Sukhi.”,I replied
‘I thought you would be older.’
“I thought you would be younger.”, I shot back.
For a moment silence followed, then Rumi shifted in his chair and produced on the table, the most extraordinary and remarkable timepiece I had ever seen. It was shiny and black fitted with transparent glass so that one could actually see the gears move the hands. It had a beautiful metallic finish to it which made it look all the more unique.

It had only ten divisions instead of twelve and only one single hand instead of three. The single hand pointed to 10, there was a button on the top. It felt ice cold to touch and heavy out of proportions. On the reverse side were engraved in beautiful handwriting these Spanish words ‘Rebanada de Tiempo’ which literally translate to a ‘slice of time’. I observed the timepiece while my companion studied me. This was something which I knew nothing about. Thus I questioned,”what does it measure?”

He replied, ‘nothing’

‘Fine, what does it do then?’, a hint of curiosity in my voice.

‘It can take you ten seconds back in time.’

I burst out laughing, I knew all this was a joke, a big joke to mock my little life. Imagine someone showing me a machine that can travel ten seconds in time. Unbelievable is an understatement. He could see it in my eyes that I didn’t believe in him. All I could see in his eyes was anger and faith.

My reaction angered Rumi, I could see it on his face. This confirmed that Rumi was serious about this and all this was not a joke. Rumi informed me that the clock needed testing and its first trial to be done. Over the next hour, my companion explained to me the intricate machinery, the materials used in the making of ‘Rebanada de Tiempo’, as Rumi liked to call it. According to the theory of its maker, the clock would send you exactly ten seconds back in time. For those ten seconds, the person who wears the timepiece will exist in present as well as in the past. Rumi remarked that he had used various magical stones and spells and elements along with his scientific and metaphysical knowledge about time and space. I believed neither in magical stones nor in spells. With all this, there was only one problem, the timepiece had not been tested even once. There was no guarantee of returning back which meant being stuck forever in the past. If ‘Rebanada de Tiempo’ faltered, the risk would be great. The question which we both were contemplating was ‘whether ten seconds of time travel was worth taking the risk of being unstuck in time?’ According to Rumi if I did not return after ten seconds I would not exist in the present and will indefinitely witness the time I travelled – ten seconds. The stakes were pretty high and with no certainities.

For a second I thought and agreed to the proposal. Rumi accepted and the date of trial was set for the next morning. Time travellers waste time at nothing except time travelling. He packed the timepiece back in his pocket and went away as silently as he came.

I felt like I was following a childhood dream, which in fact it was for Rumi. As a kid time travel inspired me to learn everything about timepieces. Minuscule gears moved large timepieces. It was all machinery and being surrounded by them that I had slowly become like one of my timepieces.I could not sleep the whole night. The excitement of attempting time travel wouldn’t let me. I kept thinking and weighing my decisions until I finally decided.I was nervous too but the point where people think about taking risks or letting go, I had crossed it long ago. If I was in, I was in.

The morning came, sharp at 9AM, someone knocked. Rumi had arrived on time. I prepared myself mentally and physically. For an hour I meditated and relaxed myself. Rumi gave me a long list of ‘what not to do while time travelling’ things which I read and remembered. Time for time travel was set for 10:10:10 AM, at which I would press the button on the timepiece, taking me back in time to 10:10:00 AM, which I would be able to see in the clock hanging on the wall as the second hand will move its first ten seconds. Seeing this event happen in succession twice will prove me seeing it in the past as well as in the present, thus proving time travel. Ten seconds are pretty long if you ask me and if this machine works then it’s nothing less than a miracle. We entered a small study room with a table and two chairs. On the table was the timepiece. We took our seats, Rumi gave me last words of advice. I checked my watch, it was 10:09:40. I put the timepiece around my neck and felt the button with my thumb, getting ready to press it. In my mind I was still faintly debating whether I should do it or not . My companion turned to close the door. Only 10 seconds were left.
I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven….

Memoirs of my Psychedelic Experiences.

There is no thing as God, and of this I was certain. Everything in the nature attracts me deeply and I am only humbled by it, so I consider it our companion, either we may outlive it or it will outlive us. It is a long and deep vision which will reveal you to the universe and its cogs. There are two distinct ways to go about everything: either you control things, which needs immaculate genius of mind and body which I will come back to later, or you can be a cog in the machine and play your game while your batteries last. The latter being the majority and the former minority. Yes, I believe that coincidences happen and they are the glitches in this vast machine of nature, but it is not surprising to see how this system accepts the glitches: and uses it in a rather subtle way to defeat us. The only useful outcome of my first attempt of analysing nature was a single thought, nature is all about changes, occurring at different paces. I personally have realised that if you go against nature, you lose everything it had in offer for you.       It takes care of the smallest things like breaking of a twig to the largest ones like breaking away of tectonic plates. From the sun rays melting dew drops,on grass blades to the tremendous fire blast of volcanoes. From a little baby to a wrinkly old. From a particle of dust to the infinite galaxies. Our ancestors were right in worshipping nature and its elements and they lived by its laws, but they did have malice in their hearts which only grew with their generations and love for nature faded away, buried under concrete. Now it befalls upon us to send a better message to the next generation which is born in a dooming world. 

   I am no environmentalist or naturalist. I just study nature like an observer watching a play from afar. It teaches me and I try to learn. I connect with the universe in a different way. Now coming back to part where I left off, I must specify again the majority comprises those who submit to nature and trust in it to give them a fair treatment and they make no efforts to change things but just go with the flow. The minority on the other hand is made of those who introduce their own changes or plans in the universe and ride on nature’s back. Man has always strived to be the minority, the chosen few. Every individual wants to belong to the elite class sitting on the highest point. Nobody wants to be in the majority yet like the subtlest trick we find the maximum in it. It is clear that what we ‘want ‘ happens rarely. In the short term we may get what we ‘want’ but ultimately we have to surrender because its what the universe ‘wants’. We were designed to grow like we have, its called evolution. We are the transition in this game from past to future, with our present moment we may either make a change or pass by unnoticed. We are in it whether we choose or not, caught up in the cycle forever until there comes along a change big enough.



Time, we can’t see it, we can’t hear it, we can’t weigh it, we can’t measure it in a laboratory. Clocks measure time some would say but actually they only measure themselves.
  It is a subjective sense of becoming what we are instead of what we were a nanosecond ago, becoming what we will be in another nanosecond. Time is a landscape existing before and behind us and we move through it slice by slice.

– A dialogue by a character named Dan from the movie The man From Earth.

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New year and new you.

With the advent of 2015 and our digital mailboxes floodong with emails and wishes, a lot still remains unsaid. So , I thought I should seize the opportunity and make a dent. What’s all the fuss about ? The date has changed and it’s not like you have to change your calendars cause they are all digital and they know. Yeah , you do have to spend a few days changing 2014 to 2015 and mind it , it is not easy to change a 4 in to a 5 without compromising the neatness, but again it’s all digital right ! So , no need to worry just hit undo or backspace and it’s all fine and cool.
  What about our lives , there are no undo buttons and backspace luxuries, there is only this merciless river of time taking us all in its flow and it is unforgiving and consistent. Okay, so what’s the deal, I offer a free advice forget the dates and time or rather take a lesson from it, be consistent in whatever you do , be persistent and most important of all don’t stop, keep moving forward because this is the only way to leave time behind. Aren’t we all racing against time here? Think it over ! Happy racing folks.