Storyteller of mud and grass

 “Time and Space are not conditions of existence, Time and Space is a model of thinking” – Albert Einstein The concept of Mahakal (as the word literally implies) may have come from the idea of one master time (Great- Time) which comprises of (every) several cycles of time in various forms, spiral cycles of time, concentric circles of time and many other formats which we are unable to understand or imagine because of our limitations as mortals. The master time is not a period as it has no start point and no end. It is not a cycle because it does not re appear, it is always there. The master time is not just when things happen, it is also where things happen. Time is our address in space. Time is space. Mahakal is that master time. Mahakal is that master space that does not start or end. One can talk about another time from today, or another planet from earth, but one can’t talk about another master time or another master space. All cycles of time and space, small and big, mortal or ...

At the dawn of the internet era in the beginning of this century, people of my generation had a choice between the 'new found toy' and 'conventional friends'. We were in our teens and were perhaps the most gullible takers of the widest offerings of internet. When I say wide, I mean our generation could be takers of internet games, dating chatrooms and websites pertaining to our respective higher studies including exam notifications and knowledge content. The magic called "google" was already there. Each one of us were told by someone or the other that we could search about just anything on google. The first things that we had willingly searched on google, spoke a lot about the lives and hobbies we had secretly lived till then. People were drawn to chatrooms even for making new friends in addition to dating. It was a natural attraction. Mostly people were more amused by the nature of internet or google than by any person that they were led to. In my first week ...

I have submitted myself to the noise within, till my inarticulate fury concedes Till my fears of misapprehension keep their promises, till they give it all I have withdrawn the willingness to elucidate, to let my intentions be examined by your curious ignorance Remember the places we had been to in vanity and in solitude In many shades and in suns, in rage, in felony, in demeanor In beckoning, in sinning, in expiation, in dismay and in closure In innocence, in inundation, in emptiness, in seeking In falling from the sky, in picking up pieces of the lost encampment Remember we were there, even if in noise and in repudiation We have met before in the oblivion  Remember the places we had been to