i been posting for a long time now. just to baseline, i feel quite chilled out posting. posting to me is unlike picking a shovel to break a wall or even fill a breach with potatoes and mice - these serve a function in their own way and is evident in my description. in my case its like skiiing sometimes fast like la bomba, sometimes like endurance. a slalom. even wrote a poem on it..unvaguishly i'm wondering that some good folks are chilled out with my posts too which is but a cooperation, of all those good things of understanding.. it is happy to be reflecting and even shining. the other night i intensely gazed at a sliver of moon and tried hard to a see a spherical object sneakily bobbing out from under a black shroud with graduated shades of grey gliding into each other. it needs patience. it needed patience. moon is kaladhar if you know it - the one with phases, the sun is dinakar. i have known parents naming their sons as dinakar and kaladhar. when there are two children spaced apart by a few years and named poetically in this fashion, and this observation is not so unique, for example, sivakumar, jayakumar, ram, shyam, kalpana, kavitha, luv, kush, mohinder, surinder, lijo, shijo, ronit, rohit, ria, rima, vidya, shyama, padmini, raagini, saif, kaif, rafi, shafi, kamal, vimal, irshad, shamshad, munavvar, anwar, shadrach, meshach, raji, selli, it gives a vicarious handle to how we imagined ourselves in a myth, a story for ourselves and our children in a bid to philosophize ourselves to an untouched beyond with a good dose of romantic love that it serves as an emotional ballast for our ship's journey through the eventfulness of life. i have also known persons - siblings who are named dinakar and kaladhar and yes, today i have reminesced them in all gratefulness, truth be told, for being there guitar and all, a great act of kindness in feeding me food and tales, a few lively moments when they saw me among them a goodie good person who could swing to their music. it was a bold self-effacing time to have lived with potential and knowing it too. does my name rhyme with yours? oh your brother's oh okay...

i been posting for a long time now. just to baseline, i feel quite chilled out posting. posting to me is unlike picking a shovel to break a wall or even fill a breach with potatoes and mice - these serve a function in their own way and is evident in my description. in my case its like skiiing sometimes fast like la bomba, sometimes like endurance. a slalom. even wrote a poem on it..unvaguishly i'm wondering that some good folks are chilled out with my posts too which is but a cooperation, of all those good things of understanding.. it is happy to be reflecting and even shining. the other night i intensely gazed at a sliver of moon and tried hard to a see a spherical object sneakily bobbing out from under a black shroud with graduated shades of grey gliding into each other. it needs patience. it needed patience. moon is kaladhar if you know it - the one with phases, the sun is dinakar. i have known parents naming their sons as dinakar and kaladhar. when there are two children spaced apart by a few years and named poetically in this fashion, and this observation is not so unique, for example, sivakumar, jayakumar, ram, shyam, kalpana, kavitha, luv, kush, mohinder, surinder, lijo, shijo, ronit, rohit, ria, rima, vidya, shyama, padmini, raagini, saif, kaif, rafi, shafi, kamal, vimal, irshad, shamshad, munavvar, anwar, shadrach, meshach, raji, selli, it gives a vicarious handle to how we imagined ourselves in a myth, a story for ourselves and our children in a bid to philosophize ourselves to an untouched beyond with a good dose of romantic love that it serves as an emotional ballast for our ship's journey through the eventfulness of life. i have also known persons - siblings who are named dinakar and kaladhar and yes, today i have reminesced them in all gratefulness, truth be told, for being there guitar and all, a great act of kindness in feeding me food and tales, a few lively moments when they saw me among them a goodie good person who could swing to their music. it was a bold self-effacing time to have lived with potential and knowing it too. does my name rhyme with yours? oh your brother's oh okay...
by Syed Ahamed

February 21, 2016 at 01:00PM
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