Bijesh Nagesh's Blog, page 78
January 21, 2022
Worst...
One of the worst kinds of people are those who simplify things when it suits them, and complicate matters unnecessarily.
Sight...
Where some see loneliness, others see solitude.
Where some see isolation, others see connection.
Where some see isolation, others see connection.
January 17, 2022
Difference...
To love someone and to be in love with someone are two entirely different feelings that inspire two completely different behaviours.
Endemic...
Someday in the future when the pandemic becomes endemic, people will say, "Remember the time we used to die from this sh*t?", and the ill humour won't be inappropriate then like this post is now.
King Death & Lady Life
King Death and Lady Life met at the Great Crossing.
She stared at him. A smile on her lips. A smoulder in his eyes.
"Fancy a spot of life?" she asked.
"Lerana," said His Majesty, using a name only he was allowed when in her company. "I said it before but I'll say it again. Few things about life interest me. I prefer only what the afterlife has to offer."
Lady Life, so beautiful, and calm as ever, continued, "There will come a day when everything will change. Even you."
King Death courted silence. "Change is important, I don't disagree. Everything has to die for everything to live."
Lady Life waved an elegant hand to clear the table that manifested between them. She crossed her legs as she sat, letting a foot dangle. A board formed out of the air, wisps of fog oozing around its square base as it settled onto the table. The pieces automatically arranged themselves at Life's magical behest.
"Death is a shade of Evolution, your majesty. In this regard, we are both linked by a common thread."
"You are mistaken, Lerana." He waited for the white to move. Lady Life cleared a path for her queen, and King Death ventured forth with his knight. "You and I are not the same." He fixed her with a fiery gaze.
They started playing the game so swiftly that they were very nearly at the end of the match. The pieces levitated, flew fast, and met at the beginning.
"Long after you are gone, Lerana, I will wander the after-worlds. Alone, I shall forge an empire worth living in."
Lady Life tsk-tsked. The match ended in a draw. She waved her beautiful hand to clear the table once more. "No need to stoke thy fire, Your Majesty," she said. "I am aware of your heat's intensity."
The King felt he'd disappointed her. he indulged a moment of silence to wash away the memory of his mistake. "What's on your mind, Lerana?" he asked after a while, courteous and calm.
"If you feel the afterlife is more interesting that anything in the world of the living, Your Majesty... Isn't it odd that all things need to be born in life first before they can fly to your realm? Case in point, you coming here, waiting for me to keep my promise and answer the question to which you, even after all this time, are yet to find the answer."
"It is why I keep coming back to you, Lerana, I do not disagree. but you keep leaving me with a new question to ponder each time. For now, do tell… Why exactly is one wolf black and another white?"
Lady Life flicked her hand and summoned a scintillating tea set to the table. "I'll be mum," she said and poured Death a draught of deadly portent.
He stared at her. A smile on his lips. A smoulder in her eyes.
"You do fancy a spot of life, after all, Your Majesty."
She stared at him. A smile on her lips. A smoulder in his eyes.
"Fancy a spot of life?" she asked.
"Lerana," said His Majesty, using a name only he was allowed when in her company. "I said it before but I'll say it again. Few things about life interest me. I prefer only what the afterlife has to offer."
Lady Life, so beautiful, and calm as ever, continued, "There will come a day when everything will change. Even you."
King Death courted silence. "Change is important, I don't disagree. Everything has to die for everything to live."
Lady Life waved an elegant hand to clear the table that manifested between them. She crossed her legs as she sat, letting a foot dangle. A board formed out of the air, wisps of fog oozing around its square base as it settled onto the table. The pieces automatically arranged themselves at Life's magical behest.
"Death is a shade of Evolution, your majesty. In this regard, we are both linked by a common thread."
"You are mistaken, Lerana." He waited for the white to move. Lady Life cleared a path for her queen, and King Death ventured forth with his knight. "You and I are not the same." He fixed her with a fiery gaze.
They started playing the game so swiftly that they were very nearly at the end of the match. The pieces levitated, flew fast, and met at the beginning.
"Long after you are gone, Lerana, I will wander the after-worlds. Alone, I shall forge an empire worth living in."
Lady Life tsk-tsked. The match ended in a draw. She waved her beautiful hand to clear the table once more. "No need to stoke thy fire, Your Majesty," she said. "I am aware of your heat's intensity."
The King felt he'd disappointed her. he indulged a moment of silence to wash away the memory of his mistake. "What's on your mind, Lerana?" he asked after a while, courteous and calm.
"If you feel the afterlife is more interesting that anything in the world of the living, Your Majesty... Isn't it odd that all things need to be born in life first before they can fly to your realm? Case in point, you coming here, waiting for me to keep my promise and answer the question to which you, even after all this time, are yet to find the answer."
"It is why I keep coming back to you, Lerana, I do not disagree. but you keep leaving me with a new question to ponder each time. For now, do tell… Why exactly is one wolf black and another white?"
Lady Life flicked her hand and summoned a scintillating tea set to the table. "I'll be mum," she said and poured Death a draught of deadly portent.
He stared at her. A smile on his lips. A smoulder in her eyes.
"You do fancy a spot of life, after all, Your Majesty."
Empower...
The throne does not empower the person.
The person empowers the throne.
The person empowers the throne.
An Eye...
Sometimes, the only way to keep an eye on the powerful is to give them power.
Ode to the Hereafter...
What will you do when Death has played its last card?
What will you do when the last song has been sung by the last bard?
When your mother passes away, how will your soul grieve?
When you father calls it a day, how will your soul its future weave?
When all whom you love reach the finish line to death,
Who will be left standing, but you devoid of breath.
What will our children do when we too pass beyond the Fall?
Will they weep and ask, ‘is this all, is this all?’
Why do we sit and stare at the wall?
When we must get up to answer the call.
Wily is the world of the living, and simple is the realm of the dead.
We should wake up, for Change is as important as bread.
Woe to the soul that thinks it can change the future alone.
When all souls hold hands, then will water flow from stone.
Wake up, there may be no tomorrow for our kind.
Why are you still sleeping? What, in dreams, do you hope to find?
What will you do when the last song has been sung by the last bard?
When your mother passes away, how will your soul grieve?
When you father calls it a day, how will your soul its future weave?
When all whom you love reach the finish line to death,
Who will be left standing, but you devoid of breath.
What will our children do when we too pass beyond the Fall?
Will they weep and ask, ‘is this all, is this all?’
Why do we sit and stare at the wall?
When we must get up to answer the call.
Wily is the world of the living, and simple is the realm of the dead.
We should wake up, for Change is as important as bread.
Woe to the soul that thinks it can change the future alone.
When all souls hold hands, then will water flow from stone.
Wake up, there may be no tomorrow for our kind.
Why are you still sleeping? What, in dreams, do you hope to find?
Wisdom...
Wisdom ebbs and flows like the tide. What is wise today may be foolish tomorrow.
Knowing...
A Tiger should know what it is hunting,
Else it will pounce on every tree in the jungle.
Else it will pounce on every tree in the jungle.
