Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Libation

In the deserts of ravenous desires, where the porcine pleasures lure you abode, I walked with the feet of an elephant. Random hysteria generated by the thirst of glittering gold caused a psychosomatic twinge in the body. Every yard moved, was scaled with a broken heart and a tiresome bod, still, the hopes were not let down. The complex mechanism of molecules generated some signals that created a craving for gold, as if a critical reaction for survival needed it as a catalyst. Across the mountains, is seen a valley with sunset alone, a place where even the dead angels fear to tread. In the depths of tragic old memories lied the tomb of treasure. The memories of those who once desired to reach the unreachable trench playfully enticed the soul. Reminiscent of the village times where the good old man talked about the anecdotes filled with fear and thrill. The place where no one ever reached, if someone did, he kind of hit the singularity of a black hole, so as never to return back to reality. As the black horse galloped through the desert, my heart much admired the courage of those who once hurled through the burning sands of the desert.

The golden glaciers, the much talked about, but no one knows what actually is inside? Some think there is a river of gold which flows inside the valley; there are others who think once you reach the real gold there will be aphrodisiacal angels greeting you carrying the ritual of libation and life thereafter would have every thing from beautiful women to gold. Some are more spiritual who think this is the way to god, crossing the valley takes you to heaven which is the place god lives and only a few lucky make it to that place, and for those who reach there, there is no return as it is heaven and who wants to come back to hell. But it is all a belief, no one actually knows what lies on the other side.

So much glory attached to this thing, that the stakes become too high. Success would simply change the time for you, so would failure. Repenting and discouraged one might digress. Life isn’t easy! It is test of how strong your character and commitment is. How long can you go with suffering without drifting away from the morals you once had and without losing the hopes of finding the gold. Compromising on character is no solution but a revelation of weakness of character. A Great man is one who has a strong commitment.

Some people tend to confuse process of learning with comprise. Our thinking is bound to change with experience. That is a part of learning. But, at the same time it should not go against the inner will we have.

Racing the horses through the mountainous stretch, heat tested the commitment time after time. Baked like a sandwich from the top it was nuclear powered sun and from the bottom it was the superheated sand. To add to pain was the dry and hot wind carrying grains which fired like bullets in the eyes. With miles to go and nothing to see, keeping the hopes high was more difficult than just walking. Thoughts of failure could just bury you in the sand; to just avoid them was the best strategy.

Thoughts of safely turning back often haunt your mind but once on the gate it is a different scenario. You feel one step closer to your target, so there is no turning back. Female clit is one way to enter her; the valley entrance seemed like a clit, and in each case you want to enter without any hesitance. The entrance is pretty enticing that you just cannot resist it. Though you get a felling of inexplicable fear but still once on the gates you just cannot resist entering. Once entered, the fate takes the control, if you took appropriate precautions, you might just come out safe without disturbing the nature else you might fuse some egg which can cause trouble in future. Inside the tomb we lost our way, we didn’t make a map to trace our way back, and we disturbed the demons, they were now secretly chasing us.

In panic we lost our goal, forget about the gold now we just wanted to survive. We were stranded like losers running around to find something to save us. Just then someone recalls that this is a test of our character and commitment, running away from it reveals our weakness and that’s how we fail. We must face it with courage, face your problems and they start disappearing. We all have weapons to fight them; the ultimate weapon is your character. Stronger the character, more lethal is the weapon.

Soon we fought and defeated them, the demons were gone and the white angels of hope appeared. The angel of conscientious thinking helped us with the path to gold. We say the brilliance; there was no libation, no women, no gold and no doors to heaven but a feeling of self satisfaction. A feeling of accomplishment and a happiness, that’s it.

23 comments:

Rahul Guhathakurta said...

one of the most elitely written blog and all the accolades of the world might be too less for this.

The most stunning part of the blog was to forcing the reader to find out the weapon of desire within himself/herself!!!

Its a real conquerer!!

Regards
Rahul

munmun said...

quite true .....life is a temptation island....we all get tempted no matter how saint we pretend to be.

Raghav said...

porcine pleasures?

Diabolic said...

@raghav ..it relates to glutton!

Diabolic said...

@prometheus
thnks fr de compliment man

Monica Sood said...

hey bhagwaan!!!!
kya kya likhta hai!!!
i was actually sitting with a dictionary n reading it!!!
but u make sense certainly!!!!
:-)
keep up d good work!!!

Diabolic said...

@hemu thnku

Sid said...

Fascinating!!!!
Elite

by the way where's this valley??

Diabolic said...

@sid
it is seen in all situations whn my heart yearns

Raghav said...

u would be better off using a constant pronoun throughout your post... i, you, we... make up your mind!!

We were stranded like losers running around to find something to save us... nice play of words, stranded like running people... interesting

Diabolic said...

maddu! i warned u! y dont u quit readin my blog! plz..no more interaction here! we can settle it one on one

Raghav said...

i am being honest in complementing u over ur play of words... u could acknowledge that!!

Diabolic said...

i do ! n i appreciate dt only a prson of ur candidature cud hav dug tat thing out, but de usage of a variable pronoun is delibrate!

Diabolic said...

@raghav "play of wrds" dont u think ritin is a flow of thoughts n an author neva thinks tat deeply abt de structure of a sentence or fr tat matter the artcle, but somthin tat jus automatically follows frm de style of ritin! plz note tat i aint sayin tat structure is not imp..it is very crucial fr understandin (n who othr wud noe tat better dan u) but it is somthin which comes wid natural flow of logical reasonin!

Raghav said...

then the usage of the variable pronous is not delibrate, but rather something that just happened naturally.

Diabolic said...

agreed! bt thr is a difference. de difference btw style of ritin n de usage of wrds! they r separate things!

Raghav said...

but u urself claim that the structure of a sentence is natural... surely the usage of words determines the structure of the sentence... in which case, both the style of writing and the usage of words are natural

Diabolic said...

i think i need justify de correctness of their usage..
catch u on yahoo!

Raghav said...

btw, what is this i hear about a scrap bomb on ur orkut profile starting soon?

Vikas said...

oye sware, whats all this stuff about dead angels fearing to tread?? and that feeling of inexplicable fear right at the end when you have finally crossed all hurdles and ready to reap the rewards. and where does fate comes in towards the end when u have worked so hard towards something. You could also say then that it was your fate to turn back and lose and not really a weakness of your character.

You can write good stuff but your thoughts need to be more organized and deliberate when you pen them down. Even if its a blog it should make sense but of course if its for yourself only, you can write whatever you please in whatever manner u like.

Diabolic said...

Thnku Vikas BANsal :)
ur pt has bin noticed:)

Himanshu said...

Amazing...The desert is everywhere creating mirages of valleys of gold, of carnal pleasures, of secrete treasures that our mind cannot comprehend. What we forget is that valleys are mere mirages. Neverthless, they are the critical catalysts for survival like you point out. Without these even the idea of survival seems a farce. The accomplishment is the oasis, amidst this desert found riding on horses of strong character fed with the energy of a strong conscience following these mirages.

The article is truly inspiring, captures the essense of our sorrows exceptionally well .Thanks to you I now know 5 more words (GRE)

Himanshu said...

Amazing...The desert is everywhere creating mirages of valleys of gold, of carnal pleasures, of secrete treasures that our mind cannot comprehend. What we forget is that valleys are mere mirages. Neverthless, they are the critical catalysts for survival like you point out. Without these even the idea of survival seems a farce. The accomplishment is the oasis, amidst this desert found riding on horses of strong character fed with the energy of a strong conscience following these mirages.

The article is truly inspiring, captures the essense of our sorrows exceptionally well .Thanks to you I now know 5 more words (GRE)