someone else, anyone else 003

I see... ... voyager. Alright, you are it.

With each episode that passed, the actors seemed to settle into their characters. The story lines seemed to do the same: Captain's log, on screen, hail them, shields down, shields up, set a course, engage... In the confines of a ship, what more can you hear, if such a thing were to actually exist? I found the next generation's screen and 'red alert' to be much more impressive. Once you get past that, the early episodes reached their final sheen. Now we are inching towards 'the scorpion', where we shall meet 'seven of nine'. There you get spice and hence irony. Are you sure? All you need to hear is an exhilarating "I amWe are Borg"! That's where I started. I started in the middle, went forward in time for a while and then decided to loop back and start over. Just a minor temporal re-sequencing.

Right now, some cheese is being taken to the doctor for examination.

sea 002

I am held by the hand. No, I levitate by the magnetism of the soft fingertips, like a stained-steel pin. My head is almost above the water. The little waves splash and dash, blocking the airway now and then.

Keep me up here, it is nice.

The wooden boat on the transparent sparkling sea green is manned by the nascent power. Looking up from where I am, it seems to rise out of the floating boat and extend into the brilliantly blue sky, breathing the air and punctuating the wind with flowing curls, soaking in the brightness of the day.

The hands splash around in the water and get their wrinkles examined by curious eyes. With every move made, I follow, bounded.

When you drift away, on your own course, I am dragged along. But the force weakens with distance. Soon I will lag. Then I will have to be content that I can see you... then that you are out there... then I will start to doubt that you are out there... then I might...

Faith, has to be blind... or does it have to be faith? Don't I 'know'?

[Edit 14/6/09: PS: My blog has had been marked as a 'spam blog'.]

vanishing point

In the impending change to darkness, the parallel rows of buildings and trees converged along the road that met the horizon. The sky opened upwards from there in bands of different colors interleaved with rows of gray clouds. The arrangement put things in perspective showing how enormous things are above the surface of the Earth and from how far up the rains had made their way. There is a fresh look about everything and the evening was turning into shades of yellow. I heard there was a rainbow too. The blue and turquoise up there in the sky tickled a few muscles in the face. "I like more colors now", I thought. The fever and cold that have stayed away for long have made a visit. So far it has reached a shimmering burn in the eyes. So I can't work. I have to be on the web. Not a bad time to be sick either.

This is how myths are born and become larger than life, I guess. For good. Or for worse. "Don't be evil" ? I have to be sarcastic here and say "yeah?". I don't see how an illusion of information can be better than no information, under such censorship. May be now that they have gone in, they should get out. That might paint a clearer picture. I may avoid news, but that's not the same as being denied information. Time heals things, as it should and selective memory has to do its job. But.... oh well. We'll just see what happens with the "Whole Sort of General Mish Mash".