being Kedar

The Denouement

2006-12-09T19:38:00.000-08:00

This is the last sequel of the two sequels 1. "Chandu met a girl at last" and 2. "Chandu the gentle man". You have to read those before you continue with this.

Chandu knows that Geetha likes him, otherwise she wouldn’t have agreed for this long ride today. She kept silent after hearing from him that it’s a surprise. At first she uses to be much conservative. He felt that a decent girl behaves like that and as a matter of fact he liked the way she behaves with him . Later as time rolled and enough mutual trust conjured them up, she became close to him and vice-versa. It has become nearly three months since their first meet. At start they use to meet on week ends and later it became weekly twice to thrice and now both took off from their daily routines and right now they are moving smoothly on the road on this special day. Wait a minute... Here the author forgot to mention about the special day. It's Geetha’s birthday.

Both were enjoying the air flashing against their faces while they riding. A couple of villages passed by them and many people were envying by glancing at them. Chandu stopped the bike near a Ganapathi temple. Completed the rituals, made wishes and they again set for the ride. They made funny conversations while riding; stopped at some places took snaps with the trees, mountains, rocks they came across and also with some children who were playing aside the roads by having chat with them. Geetha is very happy doing these little things which she never did before. Later on the way Chandu conversed with her "Geetha!! The real happiness is in this kind of small things but not in the city out there. Didn’t you feel? Everyday we are grinding our lives with the assumption of cultivating our minds. Isn’t it?"
Geetha replied "Yea technology surely influencing our daily routines and we are adapting to that change. But believe me this is the sweetest day ever I’m having till date."
"Still there is half day before us; first let’s go for the lunch in the Dhaba out there" said Chandu pointing at a near place.

* * *

The time was becoming 4pm and the bike was riding upside a hilly place called HanumaKona. This time she sat on the back of the bike embracing him giving him the freedom to speed the bike at his own wish[;)]. Our hero felt the sprinkles of joy in his heart and now he has the feeling of riding on clouds. "Is it a dream or real" he thought in himself and asked her "Geetha would you pinch me once?" She replied "Yes dear!! It is real" by guessing what he was thinking . "Come on you just drive by keeping the eyes on the road, Not on the sky." She added

They went on the road shown below.

On the way they both saw the nature’s many exotic and beautiful locations. You too can see the snap shots below.

Chandu halted the bike near a flock of sheep and both went between them and played with them for some time. See the snaps below for the visual details.

Later they both were left alone at that place. She ran through that place shouting "wow!! Chandu!! I Like this place." Mountains too replied in the form of echo ".... I like this place" .

Then Chandu shouted at once "Geetha you look fabulous " and he listened the mountains again and both are laughing with joy.
Both are enjoying the place like more than heaven.You can see her joy in the below pictures.

After sometime he took her to an old bridge there. You too can see how beautiful the location was. She walked above it happily while he just kept observing her joy.

Later he took her to his favorite place, near a pond and she told him again "This is the sweetest day I am ever having" with the greatest joy.
With a smile Chandu told her to close her eyes.

He took out the diamond ring out from his pocket, presented before her and told her to open her eyes saying "Life is not number of breaths you take but number of moments that will take you breath away so MY DEAR SWEET GEETHA… WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
Then he observed she is watching at him closely with a total compassion.

He asked her "What are you looking at? You like me? Then tell me how much u like me?? this much? or this much" he asked widening his hands and with a smile on his face.

With out saying a word she went into his widen hands, embraced and sealed his lips with a kiss.

Snaps??? Come on… those are private things. ;)
NOTE: These things never gonna happen in real life nor any girl commits to a person by a single gift.. so fellas.. . dis is Just for fun..

...... English 2 Telangana Telugu....

2007-08-30T08:12:00.000-07:00

The below is the funniest mail I received recently.. I cant stop laughing every time i read it.. and i wanted to share those with you..

Here they go..

1.
English:
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
jack fell down and broke his crown
jill came tumbling down.

Telangana Telugu:
jack gaadu jill gaadu konda ku poyinru
gaadi ki poyi neellu testunte
jack gaadu kinda padi moothi bokkal saap chesu kundu
jill gaadu dil khush toni panduga cheskundu.

2.
English:
Johnny Johnny Yes papa
Eating Sugar No papa

Telangana Telugu:
Johnny ga Johnny ga.. Endhi naina
Shekkar Bukkuthunnaav ra.. ledhu naina

3.
English:
twinkle twinlke little star
how i wonder what u are

Telangana Telugu:
merishe merishe shinna sukka
pareshan ayiti ne ninnu sushi

Trrrrrrrnnnrrrrnnnnnn.....

2006-12-12T05:07:00.000-08:00

The fantastic winter
wore festive soft and romantic look
The cool breeze was coming minute by minute
The breaking sun was sinking ,
and the birds were departing,
where the full moon was rising.

My two eyes were not enough
to watch that evening.

Wear in Trench coat,
leaned on a sloped wood,
with great joy,
I was observing the scenic falling night.

There at sudden,
A broken wall near to me
captured my sight
to which i noticed a hung portrait
of an young lady

In that dim moon-lit night,
She was beautiful,
she was wonderful,
no words there were
to describe the immense beauty of her.

In that sheer delight,
A miracle might have happened i thougt,
as she came out with a smiling showy face
fluttering her eye lashes,
by turning portrait into real.

To my wonder,
She was coming towards me..
near..
very near ..
to my cheek..

Waiting for her kiss
I closed my eyes with great excitement.

Instead i heard a drastic alarm..

Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnn

with a pain in my heart i told to myself..
Come on kedar... its 9'0 clock ..
Got to go Office...

PS : Ignore the grammer mistakes....

Chandu met a girl at last !!

2006-11-06T21:32:00.000-08:00

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and the characters
and places presented here are all fictitious and in
any resemblence to anyone anything is purely coincidental .

Place: A room somewhere in Bangalore

Time: 9 AM

"Jhalak dikhlaaza … Jhalak dikhlaaza …
ek baar aaja ajja aaja ajja aa aa aa ja…"

The music beats coming from the Philips 5.1 digital surround
system are shaking the room. With the brush in his mouth,
Syam sunk his head into the Sunday Times newspaper.
Ramana Reddy (Friends call him Reddy) is managing to
sync his head and right leg according to the beats by brushing his
teeth. He is standing opposite the mirror exposing upper half of
his body, observing his hairy chest once in a while and looking at
the Aishwarya Rai's poster once in a while, just beside that mirror.
(Here the author suppresses the second thoughts of Mr.Reddy's).
Umm … and their only room partner Chandu (friends call him Laddu),
who hates Himmesh and his songs, wrapped himself in a blanket
rolling this side and that side uneasily. Sunday is the only day
he gets some extra time to sleep but unfortunately his sleep
ruined by those high beats.

Impatiently Chandu got up shouting loudly... Stop!!
Stop that fucking nonsense… otherwise I will throw out those boxes
out of the window, you already ruined my sleep.
Immediately the volume lowered followed by Reddy's voice
" Saale Laddu!!! Wake-up and hurry-up you dumb noodle loaf...
Today we are going to **** beach"(come on.. its a fiction).
Again the volume raised
to as it is before. Chandu forgot about the song and the volume…
He is not thinking why they are calling him instead of them
getting ready first and giving him some more sleep.
May be, they are just curious that what is Chandu's reply gonna be
if they mention about going to the **** beach.
But now his thoughts are wandering
somewhere near the beach.
He has that instinct thing regarding this kind of situations.
He use to crave for girlfriends and still he hasn't got one.
But his Jigrees Syam and Reddy have.
For that reason he feels jealous about them sometimes.

He heard a lot about the beach that there one can see
youth-eye-soothing things and this is the first time he is going
to the **** beach with his friends as they promised him to come
along with him. He got up suddenly and rushed into the
bath room to get ready.
Syam and Reddy looked at each other exchanging short smiles
with brushes in their teeth.

Syam, Reddy and Chandu are very good friends
since their good old college days.
All three are B.Tech grads now holding jobs.
Syam works for Unisys and Reddy works for Motorola.
Both are working in Bangalore since 2 years.
Chandu works for Patni and he just got transferred
to Bangalore centre from Chennai.

Its 10 AM and all three are getting ready to go…
and Chandu looks some what more colorful than the others.
They are about to start and Syam's mobile started singing
" Bommanu geeste neelaa undi…..Daggarakochhi
muddimmandi…." On the mobile screen
he saw “rupa calling… "

Saying "Just a minute" … he went out to veranda

Chandu whispered to Ramana
"Veedu poorthigaa munigipoyadu roey...!"
Saying so Reddy's mobile too started shouting the
baby's sound "hehhehehhee”

Chandu jerked off a bit listening to his ring tone, saying
"you almost scared me off man... What's that ring tone…
it like a Ghost is laughing"

"Chandu, Gimme a minute" … saying so he too got off to veranda.

Chandu entered into the room agitated.
1 min. passed, 2 minutes passed… and 20 min. passed.
Chandu is watching both from the inside window… both wandering
oppositely this side and that side whispering, laughing, and talking.

"Damn!! They are testing my patience" Chandu told to himself.

"They woke me up while I was sleeping and they do this
to me now. Damn!! Fuck you two; my life was much better
when I was in Chennai". He cursed himself.

10 more minutes later Syam appeared before
Chandu… scratching his head and saying…

"Chandu ... It's aa Its aa .. Actually rupa called me up
and she wants to do some shopping today."

Chandu interrupted Syam saying "But Syam… now…"

Syam cutting Chandu’s voice said "now it’s very urgent
and aa and aaa... No problem… Reddy will come
with you... I gotta go now Bye" Syam went off
with out even trying to hear what Chandu is about to
say and so Chandu stopped the words coming out of
his mouth and he stood there staring at him thinking
…. Is he the OLD Syam?

Reddy came few minutes later … Chandu stopped him
saying "Come on you too tell me!! You got some work
with your Girl friend? So you cannot
come with me right now. Is it? "

Reddy replied slowly…. "Arre Chandu… how you
got it man... yea that's it Where is Syam? He will come
with you I gotta go man I am in hurry its already late...
see ya bubbye" he too disappeared with out enquiring
what has just happened leaving poor Chandu alone.
Chandu's mercury level suddenly raised and
dropped for his confused condition.

Chandu is thinking what to do on this dumb Sunday.
First He got the idea of calling his college mate
Kedar who is also in b’lore. After calling him he
came to know that he has some unfinished work
in his office and he has to finish it on this Sunday.
Anyway he managed to take his Bike and at last
he decided to wander in the Bangalore city.

Though it’s Sunday the traffic isn’t that much
less than usual working days. So his unconscious
mind told him to go out the city and take a small ride.
This time he listened to this and turned the bike
towards outskirts. Till he crossed the high traffic
roads he felt exhausted.

Now his bike is running on the road, outskirts
of b’lore. He raised the accelerator. Now he was
somewhat relieved with the feeling of being away
from the city’s busy unending routine life.
Now he smells the real mud and real leaves
of the trees side the road and he is feeling that
he is really under the sun. He hasn’t had such
kind of feeling since years.

“How I missed this kind of rides before.
One day I will wake up in my bed and
I will say to myself... so far how my life was and
then I feel I didn’t have any memories left to think of...”
His thoughts are running in this fashion.
Suddenly he got the idea that he has the
IPod in his pocket. He stopped the bike
and he took the Ipod Started the Pulsar and started
the Bryan Adam’s song
“Here I am…. This is me …
There’s no where else on Earth I’d rather be…”
He felt the heaven listening to the song while raising the
accelerator. A short smile on his face rubbed off
all the nonsense he had till now. His bike is going swiftly…

His bike ran 7 km or so, suddenly he felt someone standing
on road to the left side along with an Auto expecting a lift.
He hasn’t observed closely as he was going in high speed
but his mind told him to slow down the bike and look back
at once as he smelled something women-ish. Yessssssss
it’s a beautiful girl ... He took off the ear phones and he drove
the bike reverse. After having the conversation with the
Auto driver and her, he came to know that she is going
somewhere to a place some 5 km away from that place.
This time he doesn’t want to miss the chance… so he
managed to tell them that he knows that place and
he is going towards it. She said “It’s so kind of you… ”
and she sat on his bike.

Its really observable face Chandu has. It’s like thousand
flowers glowing on his face. He patted himself for his
good fortune today. He left one ear phone and the
other one he kept in his ear…. And replayed
the Bryan Adam’s song. And this time too
the song made more sense to him

“It's a new world - it's a new start

It's alive with the beating of young hearts

It's a new day - it's a new plan

I've been waiting for you

Here I am”

… To be continued

Chandu The gentleman

2006-11-14T21:52:00.000-08:00

This the sequel for the fictional part-1
"Chandu met a girl at last" so you have to first read that
before you continues with this.

The Sun was up playing hide and seeks with the silvery clouds.
The trees were lined up on the both sides of the road.
With their greenish leaves they
are speaking their joy to the
frequent cut-cut dabbling airy waves
with a pleasant sound that no music instrument can produce but
only our mother nature. It seems there was no vehicle since
long time on the road. The brownish leaves
those cannot stick on to their mother trees, some are falling
all over the road and some are going aimlessly for those
small blows of winds.

With a flashing speed, a bike went on spreading the
leaves on the road into two halves that would seem like an
introduction seen for a typical sterio type Hero in typical Telugu movies .
Chandu, with the top Gear, raised the accelerator and now they are
going with top speed.
"Hey!! Are you gone mad?
What’s the matter with you? Just slow down"
said She (sorry for not mentioning her name & you can imagine any name ).
Chandu replied "come on!! Men like speed and don't be afraid,
I’m here with you."
"Aahhaaa!!.. “By pinching just above his hips she added
"It’s not the fear dear!! But I am wondering about your
second thoughts when the speed breakers come...
come on baby... speed down the
accelerator otherwise I am gonna ride this bike to
my place leaving you alone here. And FYI I know bike riding"

By lessening speed, and with a short smile
on his face Chandu thought in himself "kamaal hai yaar!!
Aajkal pottiya bhi baathe karna seekh rahee hai!! ..."
but he felt somewhat exhilarated by her touch [;)].

Later he added...” you remember! This was the same road on
which we met before for the first time.
She said "yea I remember that day...otehrwise we won't be together right now. right?".
With a short smile... Chandu added thinking about that day “ehhhe... ok ".
Then she asked "btw where actually we are going today?”
Turning his head back slightly... with a wink feeling on his face
he replied "That’s a kinda suspense and surprise, but I know you like it."
"O K lets see ... “she said with a flashing smile on her face.

This way their conversation was going on and occasionally
Chandu was observing her from the mirror and thinking in himself
"I wonder... there is no other thing in this world beautiful/merrier than
a beautiful woman.... Thank God I really didn't behave
like my usual self on that other day."

Chandu really behaved like a Gentleman on that day. He gave her
lift and he dropped near her place and except a word "THANKS"
he didn't hear anything from her since the time she sat on his bike...
not even a "leaving smile" and he too didn't ask even her name.
She hurried into her home. Chandu turned the bike towards B'lore city
and he just came to the main road and to lessen his mental disturbance
caused by his enormous increase of excitement and its sudden drop,
he sat on a rock-like-place arranged to sit and relax
below a big tree beside the road. There he relaxed
for sometime and he felt thirsty. He thought of going to her home
and asking for a glass of water... but his mind refused to do that because
of some unexplained reasons, so he stood up and by
rubbing-off the dust on his back of his Jeans, he observed
she was coming towards him searching for someone... Yes... She saw
him and with somewhat happy feeling on her face she approached
him and asked "Would you do another favor for me if you don't mind?"
"Yea sure!! “He said casually.
"Thanks “she said.
"You are Welcome “He replied with out asking what is to help.
Then she explained him that she got a phone call regarding her father's
ill health so she has to hurry up from b'lore as her brother too out of
the place today ... fortunately I met you on the way
but right now I have to take my father to the hospital as it seems he
got high temperature and right now there's no one to help me out.
"Yea sure... I will take your father to the doctor in the city. Don't worry
your father will be fine... He's MBBS and he is my school friend. "
With a trust able face he explained her gently.
"Here is my mobile number. Ring me after coming to city
and I will be in touch with you from there on.
Btw your father is in the position to sit on bike right... chalo let’s hurry... "
And he added... "Before that ..would u give me a glass of water?”...
then one can imagine how they got close till this other ride.

.. . story ends in next sequel ;)

My latest CRUSH

2006-10-25T08:08:00.000-07:00

Place : SR Nagar, Near the turning of Vinayak temple and beside a Net center.

Date : 19th Oct,2006.

It was a dry day.

Sun was up, just deviated li'll bit being perpendicular. The time was becoming 2 PM. The climate was heated up, resulting in the whitish-ness in the climate due to sheer brightness of the sunlight.And the people on the streets were scarce, unlike during the twilight [evening->night] where one can see crowds of young people-in-colors.. synonymously one may call youth-in-colors ;)

After having lunch , I was walking through the streets (of the above mentioned place) to my room staring my eyes straight, thinking about my usual stupid things. Suddenly i felt something in my right pocket of my pants. Phew!!! .. It was my mobile phone (NOKIA Moonlight model). It rang and it stopped. I took out and it was a missed call from my College friend. Saala... everytime i have to call him up ... thought myself and as my balance in my mobile was Rs 0.60 paise, i went to a "1 rupee Dabba phone" hanging to a pole in the above mentioned Place.

Bending my head towards that rectangular Yellow box, I dropped the coin and dialed the number. Meantime, I lifted my head up placing receiver over my ear and watching the surroundings and being relaxed.

There suddenly my eyes and mind got locked up on a face. At a moment i thought "God!!! what a beauty". She was just walking here and there near me and talking to someone on her mobile phone. I can clearly see her face like a CLOSE-UP shot in a MOVIE. She wasn't looking at me but i was. "What a gorgeous beauty .." I was thinking in myself with a fleeting feeling on clouds... THere i came to this real-world with a wood-cutter noise that i heard from the receiver "Hello "... I spoke something to him giving only half of my mind where remaining half i left there(u know where). Later I lost myself completely watching her just keeping the receiver in my hand.

The innocence of her milky white face reminded me of a beautiful pond that we have in my village where one can see the water so transparently to the down. In the similar way her face told me many things. She made me felt I was watching those water standing beside that pond. The cut-cut dabbling waves, neither hot nor cool coming in short intervals making her stripes-of-hair falling and covering her face and she was adjusting those blackish hair-stripes above her ecliptic ear.

The way she was talking, the short steps of her walking, and the way her hand playing with the falling hair .. were so natural like a beautiful flower displays its true beauty when it comes harmony with the small blows of the wind , the nature of the weather, the Sun-position and surrounding etc.

Doing so .. my mind reminded me to store that face in my mind hoping to reproduce in the form of a sketch... Oops what can i do.. I am not that much talented like an artist, who can reproduce what he just saw.

I forgot answering my friend and my lost mind don't even know when he hung up the phone at the other side. Her talking was over and I hoped she will atleast give a glance at me.. Nope !! she directly entered into the Browsing center where she came from. Then I hung up the receiver and went to my room thinking about her and ON -ed a song from Maniratnam's SAKHI...

PaChhaNi DaNaMe PaChhaDaNaMe.. ToLi ToLi VaLaPe PaChhaDaNaMe.. !!

Geee!!! Did I make u feel bore?? then "Hang me too!!!! "

Bourgeois...The conventionally middle-class

2006-10-10T01:22:00.000-07:00

Bourgeois, now what we call, when regarded as an element always to be found in human life, is nothing else than the SEARCH FOR BALANCE. It is striving between the countless extremes and opposites that arise in the human-lead. If we take any one of these opposites, such as being RELIGIOUS/REVERENT and being PROFLIGATE, you can understand this analogy completely.

It is open to a man to give up himself wholly to spiritual views,
to seeking after God,
to the ideal saintliness.

On the other hand, he can equally give up himself entirely to the life instincts,
to the lusts of the flesh,

and so to direct all his efforts to the attainment of momentary pleasures.

The one path leads to the saint, the other path leads to the profligate

Now it is between the two, in the middle of the road, that the bourgeois seeks to walk. He will never surrender himself either to lust or to the asceticism. He will never be a martyr nor agree to his own destruction.

On the contrary, his ideal is not to giveup but to maintain his own identity. In short his aim is to make a home for hisef between two extremes in a temperate zone without violent storms and tempests; and in this, he succeeds though it be the cost of that intensity of life and feeling which an extreme life affords.

after all, A man cannot live intensely except at the cost of the self.

The bourgeois is consequently by nature a creation of weak impulses, anxious, fearfil of giving away himself and easy to rule.Therefore, he has substituted majority for power, law for force, and the polling booth for responsibility.

It is clear that, this weak and anxious being, in what ever numbers he exists, cannot maintain himself, and that qualities such as his can play no other role in the world than that of a heard of sheep among free roving wolves.

Yet we see that, though in times when commanding natures are uppermost, the bourgeois goes at once to the wall, he never goes under, indeed at times he even appears to rule the world.
How is this possible?
Neither the great number of herds nor virtue, nor common sense could avail to save it from destruction.
No medicine in the world can keep a pulse beating that from the outset was so weak. Nevertheless the bourgeois prospers. Why?

If u see a person who, he had him a strong impluse both to the saint and the profligate; and yet he could not owing to some weakness or inertia, make the plunge into the free untrammelled realms of space. He who feels himself as a man-wolf.

THe answer runs for the above Why : Its because of He.

Most of the intellectuals and most artists belong to the same type. Only strongest of them force their way through the atmosphere of the bourgeois-earth and reach the cosmic. The others all resign themselves, or make compromises.

Despising the bourgeoise and yet belonging it, they add to its strength and glory;

The lives of these infinitely numerous persons make no claim to tragic, but they live under an evil star in quite considerable affliction, and in this hell their talents even ripen and bear fruit.

The few who break free seek their reward in the unconditioned and go down in splendour. They wear the thorn crown and their number is small.

THe others how ever who remain in the fold and from whose talents the bourgeois reaps much gain, have a third kingdom left open to them, an imaginary and yet a sovereign world, HUMOUR.

Humour has always something bourgeois in it, although the true bourgeois is incapable of understanding it. In its imaginary realm the intricate and many-faceted ideal of all man-wolves finds its realization.

...uppppphhhh..... SUE ME...

Clouds .. O lovely clouds...

2006-09-08T06:49:00.000-07:00

for ..... a nature lover.

Find me a man in the whole world who knows and loves the clouds more than I ! .
Show me anything that is more beautiful !
They represent the sprit of play,
the wrath of heaven and
the power of death;

They are a comfort to the eye,
a blessing and a gift of God,
as tender, yielding and gentle
as the souls of new-born children

They are as handsome, rich and prodigal as good angels;
as sombre, inescapable and merciless as messengers of death.

They sweep by in silvery wisps, sail along white, jocund masses lined with gold;
They hang poised, tinged with yellow, red and white.

Darkly and slowly they glide past like murderers; chase helter-skelter like mad horseman, linger sad and dreamily on the pale heights like melanchloly hermits.

THey assume the shapes of the blessed isles and of guardian angels, of threatening hands, fluttering sails cranes in flight.

They journey between God's heaven and our poor Earth, glorious images of all man's yearning , and belonging to both-dreams of the earth in which its blemished shoul cleaves to the pure heaven above.

O lovely restless flaoting clouds!
I was an ignorant child but I loved and contemplated them, little knowing that I too should go through life like a cloud, wandering, everywhere a stranger, floating between time and eternity.

A logical thinker Vs an Artist

2006-09-08T06:30:00.000-07:00

You may say,
“With A strong determination to establish the differences or, Discovering in every man that which distinguishes him from others… makes me man of science( A logical thinker) “.

I say.. ” One man wears wooden shoes and is a peasant; another wears a crown and is a king. Those are differences, I grant you. But children can see them, too, without any science.”
you may reply.. “But when peasant and king are dressed alike, the child can no longer tell one from the other.”

I will add,.. “Neither can science.”

you may elaborate… ” Perhaps it can. Not that science is more intelligent than the child, but it has more patience; it remembers more than just the most obvious characteristics.

I say,…. “So does any intelligent child. He will recognize the king by the look in his eys, or by his bearing. To put it painly: you learned men are arrogant, you always think everybody else stupid. One can be extremely intelligent without learning.”

You may say…” I am glad that you’re beginning to realize that. You’ll soon realize, too, that i don’t mean intelligence when I speak of the difference between us. I do not say, you are more intelligent, or less intelligent; better or worse. I merely say, you are different.”

I ***… ” That’s easy enough to understand. But you don’t speak only of our difference in character;you ofter speak also of the differences in fate, in destiny. Why, for instance, shoud your destiny different from mine? We are both children of our good Father in heaven. Our goal is the same: eternal bliss. Our destiny is the same: return to God.”………….

“Look,” you may say to me… “I am superior to you only in one point: I’m awake, whereas you are only half awake, or completely asleep sometimes. I call a man awake who knows in his conscious reason his innermost unreasonable force, drives, and weaknesses and knows how to deal with them. In your case, mind and nature, consciousness and dream world lie very far apart.

But enough of that ! Being awake, as I’ve already said, makes me stronger than you. This is the one point in which I am superior to you.In every other aspect you are superior to me, or rather you will be as soon as you’ve found yourself.”

I may stammer and say,.. “I … superior to you!!!”

“Why, yes,” you may continue…. “Natures of your kind, with strong, delicate senses, the soul-oriented, the dreamers, poets, lovers are almost always superior to us creatures of the mind.
You take your being from your mothers. You live fully; you were endowed with the strength of love, the ability to feel. whereas we creatures of reason, we don’t live fully; we live in an arid land, even though we often seem to guide and rule you.
Yours is the plentitude of life, the sap of the fruit, the garden of passion, the beautiful landscape of art.

Your home is the earth; ours is the world of ideas.
You are in danger of drowning in the world of senses; ours is the danger of suffocating in an airless void.
You are an artist; I am a thinker.
You sleep at the mother’s breast; I wake in the desert.
For me the sun shines; for you the moon and stars.
Your dreams are of girls; mine of boys…..”
………………………….
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Thinkers try to come closer to God by pulling the mask of the world away from His face.
Artists come closer to Him by loving His creation and recreating it.
Both are human endeavours and necessarily IMPERFECT;but art is more innocent.