wat the matrix tries to say...

i shud say i am pretty late.. . late at posting stuff here.. late at realising why the matrix became wat it became... or rather it still is like that.. n wat was it that was oh so amazing? esp in the third...? revolutions? we indians.. we dont give a shit abt wat our language or religion teaches us.. but when the wachowski bros put words like karma, 6 saviors before the one who'll save the world from its end.. seems all hi-fundoo stuff... u think it goes over ur head but it soooo doesnt.. coz we just wanna see it as something "keeewwlll".. watever.. i shudn complain.. not that i dont give a shit abt wat i learn from my roots but i enjoyed the whole experience.. got me thnking..

its like this...

u dunno wat u're in till u get out of it..
u wont know u're in a dream till u snap out of it..
u wont know wat u left behind till it dissapears around the bend..
n how wud u know wat things are like till u take the risk.. not just risk for the mere thrill of it but also to fall down, get beaten only to wake up stronger n wiser...

questions.. we got to ask...

once u move away from them they back off too... only to haunt u again.. somehow.. till then ll u see is the pretty sun and that old tree.. standing there like someone cut from paradise n put it there.. just for u.. relish it while it lasts.. its not the pessimist me that says that... its just to hold wat u got while u still can.. before it slips away.. so beautifully yet painfully.. like watching sand flow thru ur fingers.......
thats my tatvam.. that wat i got to say...

and we are just

As the bright light bobs up and down the river with no end, i wondered as to when it would cease, the brutality of it all. On and on did it go, relentless as ever. never once did the mighty stop and let the little lamp be. How dreadful i did wonder, it would be in that position, only to later realise, We, like that light, are just lamps in the whirlpool...

heady

Colorful lights. Hazy mist. The essence of lavender fills the room. Sense of peace. A sense of calm. Resting on your shoulders is nothing but your head. Light-headed as it may be. Soulful strains of soothing music. Psychedelic surroundings. World on a different level. A feeling matched by nothing. Beat by none. Parallel to none. Calling on the paranormal, the start of an experience, never to be forgotten. Light breeze swishes the curtains. An air of absolute pleasure.