Running away

It's a dream of numbing vertigo, fireballs and snowflakes. The sounds are startling and the vision is clear. There is an eerie keening of the wind, the swirling blizzard that's bringing an entire city to its knees. The city is in its ruins and he looks at it from afar - his cowl on fire and his black Kevlar breast pad glistening under scantily covered snowflake sparkling like diamonds.

He can feel every molecule beneath the skin covered in spandex - they are in a hurry and they are vibrating. His muscles reflect on the task at hand and his brain registers the posed challenge. How does one get out of a city under attack from both natural and man made elements? The ledge on which he stood shook gently at first and then its vibration resonated in his bone. They sung a ballad of failed soldier as the ground beneath him collapsed.

He urged his muscles to break the pattern. He begged his mind to take a leap of faith. His heart conceded first.

Just before the complete collapse of the building, he found out that he could fly.

His suit dried in the wind and the cowl followed him like a reverend lover after the wind successfully put of the fire. He flew as if it was the epiphany he was always waiting for. He flew as if he had finally found the purpose in his life.

He flew like he always did in his dreams.

Several days later when the rescue crew cleared the rubble, they pulled a man with half torn cowl and a faded Kevlar.

They mourned at the death of a hero.

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There are fleeting moments when I just want to go back in time and take my words back. And strangely enough, the words have always been either YES or NO. Though time travel isn't practical yet, it doesn't hurt to imagine (a.k.a dream in this scenario) how life would have completely changed with those monosyllables.

While driving home last evening I suddenly remembered Infinity. Pending last chapter, I felt that there wasn't a tenth chapter meant to be. Because everything that was said had been all a culmination of everything that had gone through my mind till that point. It has been two years since I haven't written and if I go with the fact that there isn't anything to say - then it's beyond disappointing. Because it would infer that I haven't changed in two years, I have learned anything new in two years, I haven't evolved in two years. That isn't a happy thought, honestly speaking. I am hoping this frequent blogging will get me out of the runt and give me a chance to figure out what has changed.

Change - that's interesting. During the process undergoing change or being influenced, there should be a conflict, right? This conflict should give rise to an internal debate rather than a monologue. This internal debate sometimes gets reflected in oscillating mood swings when it comes to few topics - you must have seen few people who can't seem to make up their mind. It's because most of those people wouldn't know what exactly they stand for or what they believe in. An argument only makes sense when one fully understands when everything surrounding the topic of discussion is known. Anyway once the conflict is resolved, changes can actually progress.

Which makes me wonder - is not changing is also a change?

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Marriage of the minds. I know its not related to intellectual marriage. but before we dive into that discussion, you have to tell me what intellectual marriage is.

Marriage of the minds is when there is absolute harmony in the interplay of two minds. Both the individuals are individuals in the true sense of the word (a friend of mine made me wiser by pointing out the uniqueness is not the same as discordance) but together they are a symphony. They needn't be married, they needn't have sexual relations, they needn't buy common grocery, they needn't have kids together. Its a marriage of the mind, in the mind. They would always be one together whether they are married to another person or not and whether society accepts their relationship or not. A marriage of the mind is a superset of the Intellectual marriages. An intellectual marriage comes into play once the society's definition of marriage is met. Hence, the individuals concerned are in wedlock and then they approach the entire affairs of a marriage intelligently. Where should we celebrate this year's Diwali? Your parents' place or my parents' place? An average marriage couple would either follow the loudest and most aggressive person's views, or follow society's views and practices, or argue till they both lose interest in the celebration. An intellectual marriage couple would pick any (or a combination) of the following options: Every third year at my parents' place and every third year at your parents' place and then every third year at our place and invite them all here, OR lets spend the morning at your parents' place and the evening at my parents' place, OR toss a coin. Intellectual marriages can only be realized after the conventional marriage norms are met. After the basic rituals are done, and intellectual couple would give themselves some time till they are thoroughly comfortable with each other and whatever they do can be a result of passion and involvement. They are basically intellectual and discuss things out, take opinions from others, are totally open and honest to each other, no when to ask others to not interfere, etc. A marriage of the minds might sound unconventional... Since the peace is it the plane of the minds, nothing matters. Nothing beyond the bliss of the mind matters. This is what I call a lovely marriage. Not quite attainable in this world... It requires great amounts of maturity. GREAT AMOUNTS of it. But why do I get the feeling that this is a load of crap? :-)

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I had an interesting conversation over coffee this morning. A friend of mine visits Arya Samaj temple when he gets time. I honestly did not know what exactly was done in those temples. As per rule, temples are for Gods and Goddesses. They worship only the elements of nature.
When you think about it, most of Hindu Gods are actually personification of

God is simply a symbolic and specific expressions of higher or archetypal states of consciousness. When that state is expressed or incarnates through us, we become capable of grand and extraordinary accomplishments.

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I don't like spicy stuff. I don't like anything that's a bit higher on the 'hot' side. Yet there is this snack - roasted peanuts in a hot green chilly sauce and dried. It's really, really spicy. If you hold a bunch of these peanuts near your nose, you will sneeze. It has a spicy smokiness about it whose fumes make your cough.

I LOVE them. Weird, but true. They are not all peanuts actually. Few types of lentils are also thrown into the mixture and the tattling sound it makes when I chew, is another enjoyment.

It's not very popular snack for obvious reasons but it still has its own market. I happen to know a woman who makes this at home in bulk and sells it to local bakeries and other middle men. As per her, this particular snack is mostly served in a lot of street side bars which bear names like - "Sri Venkateshwara Wine Shap" or "Rama's bar". Yes, its 'shap' and not 'shop'. Most of these bars aren't the kind of establishment one would have seen in television. It looks like a grocery store which sells alcohol.

Anyway, the said snack is supposedly a favorite amongst those who drink chilled bear. Along with onion. And potato chips. It didn't make sense to me before and it doesn't now either but that's what I came to know.

Not fascinating but it made me look up overall alcohol consumption in the state and the atrocious spellings the names the shops carry.

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