About the Site- 'fuzzymonologue'. Am not exactly sure what's going to be published. At this moment its mostly going to be an outlet for my views, thoughts, moods, creative juices etc in various forms including essays, poems etc. A prelude to perhaps a serious pursuit of writing at some point in life.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Stupidity
Friday, December 15, 2006
Sachin
You know brother, first day I saw him,
I couldn't touch his damn shin.
No short man, tall & lanky,
Was no relation to our man Shanky.
Come morning come, I go damn, damn, damn,
Our tall lanking man and me scram, scram, scram.
Clever little class, want no responsibility, ya
Made him CR- fine print on his forehead- oh yeah!
A fine leader, got many assignments postponed.
End of class- 'Announcements' you hear baritoned.
Lets shake some leg, atleast one, I say,
Never see a man shake them all that way.
This man bro', and I mean trust me on this one bro',
Can make that black sportin jordan crow.
Party time, B'day time, bake a cake, man, bake a cake.
Trust me bro', the cake, from his ass he did scrape.
So here ends his story, no ballad and no funky
Sure! You wish, he was gay & kinky.
But no ordinary man bro', this guy is going places.
Its left to you and me, the storytellers to pick his traces.
So next time bro', in harlem, when we meet.
Lets remember, this good ol' legend and drink him neat.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Ella!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Coming Home
On this road of life, tears in my lonely eyes.
Saying my goodbyes in every new town,
And slipping through every tender embrace.
A part of me I have left in every corner.
In friendships long departed.
And my heart aches every moment,
When eyes evade and I just try to belong,
I am the dusk and I am the dawn.
Every colour of the rainbow.
I am the bridge between chasms;
In the division between souls.
Maybe some day I will find a way to rest,
Memories of those in silhouettes,
As I join hands with other teary eyes,
Seeing then I belong; on the way home.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Forces of Nature
Did she embrace you as you wrapped her in yours?
Don't scatter your memory of her into every drift
Gather them all and bring them to me
That I might know her as you have
Tell the tale o' fire that she glanced into
Do you remember the colour of her eyes?
Die not, but keep on burning
Let me reach her soul through your undying flames
That I might understand her as you have
Tell the tale O' rain that dripped on her skin
Did she quiver as you slipped into every crevice?
Don't lose her memory in a thousand.
Gather hers alone and rain again on me
That I might feel her touch as you have
Oh! That I can be them all- the wind, fire and rain,
That I might remember every essence of her
In an instant, as I close my eyes,
Let it be like her in my arms, before I am no more.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Beauty: A Discourse
Can we redefine society's definition of beauty: In one experiment, a group of babies were shown several slides of faces reliably rated by adults to be more or less attractive. The babies saw the faces of either Caucasian male or female adults, African-American adult females, or the faces of other infants. In each experiment, eight attractive and eight unattractive faces, matched closely for hair length, style, color, and facial expression, were chosen from a large group of faces. Pairs of these faces were projected side-by-side so that each image was about the size of a real face. The amount of time each infant looked at each face was then recorded. The results of all these studies were straightforward and unambiguous. Babies look longer at adult-judged attractive faces than at unattractive faces, regardless of whether the face is male or female, white or black, adult or infant. This study probably shows that the basic ideas of beauty across cultures are ingrained & are probably not shaped by contemporary culture like previously thought.
What about inner beauty?: In one study, 70% of college students deemed an instructor physically attractive when he acted in a friendly manner, while only 30% found him attractive when he was cold and distant. Indeed, when surveyed for attributes in selecting a mate, both males and females felt kindness and an exciting personality were more important in a mate than good looks. Thus charater & personality traits do add to the 'physical' attractiveness of a person. In my personal opinion, it is possible for one to decide to see the inner beauty in people. This happens out of sheer experience and the concepts of beauty ingrained from the media can be de-learnt and be replaced with this wisdom.
Behavioral Consequences: When a person is seen as attractive or unattractive, a whole set of assumptions are brought into play. Across cultures, what is beautiful is assumed to be good. Attractive people are assumed to be more extroverted, popular, and happy. There is truth in this — attractive people do tend to have these characteristics. However, this is probably due to self-fulfilling prophecy; from a young age attractive people receive more attention that helps them develop positive characteristics.
Beauty as a concept wouldn't exist if there wasn't anybody to admire it. So Beauty, defining it, admiring it and being attracted towards it has some universal commonality and a cultural & individual bias which is good. What is wrong is to be solely governed by it. It is good to constantly endeavour to look beneath the skin in all relationships. Beauty draws a man & woman together and I see it as a necessity to propogate the human genome. The initial sexual attraction serves as the spark to motivate two people to pursue the path toward coming together. Without it, singling out one person for intimacy would be boring and lifeless. But the basic premise of that motivation is to make a man & woman know each other intimately at levels other than physical, so as to base their relationship on a true everlasting inner beauty. If not, a shaky union defeats the very purpose of evolution, which is to provide the best environment for your genetic code to be successful generation after generation. I leave you with William Wordsworth's words below that talks about true beauty, a beauty that lovers discover, a beauty beyond physical attractiveness that brought the lovers together in the first place. That kind of beauty discovered is what goes the distance.
True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
The Stranger in the Mirror
In a corner, still, as everyone passes him by
Orphaned by time, abandoned to fate
If he stretches his shriveled hand
And his sunken eyes meet your hasty gaze
As you pass by, will you hopefully smile
Stranger you are, but stranger is kindness
To this poor soul, you are a saviour
When his bones turn to dust
And his breath returns to whence it came
Let his thoughts remain on that one kind act
And with a smile may that child let go
As you see yourself in a mirror
Seeing that it was probably you
And then you die a thousand deaths
Wondering, why didnt every stranger
Stop as you had and then you realize
Stranger you were, but Stranger is kindness.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Lessons in a Diaper Change
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Its me!
Monday, August 21, 2006
At the lake with friends & some music for the Soul.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Loneliness
In times of mirth and plenty
When we basked in days sunny
I never found reason to question
Who stood by me in love true
Now autumns changed to endless summer
No water does the ground yield
To even a distressed sojourner
All hope is lost, for deafness abounds
I am in despair, I cry in space
Seasons, world, family, friends, every things changed
I stand still and time does not
Whats to become of me, the poet pondered
Then I turned and looked in darkness vast
Stepped, stumbled and trod on hungry ground
I faced the truth of ancient wisdom
That when all is lost, ones lone
Now I read your mind, the poet muses
Did not even strangers water these very lips?
Yes kindness I received, I do not deny
Nevertheless it’s not the body that despaireth, but the spirit.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Retribution
Black bodies hanging from trees
Swaying in the winds of hate.
Hooded horsemen, the white man,
Galloping into the dark of night.
The moon in shame hides
Colored children in fields lie
Their homes in pieces shredded
And parents hacked in deep memories
Men are chasing away their own kind
Chasing a shade, their dark shadow.
Why did you kill your brother, O White man?
Why do you still hate him so?
Can’t you hear his innocent blood?
Scream for reconciliation to the heavens above.
Return, ‘O’ White man, Return to me,
Says the ground, swept by sands of time.
Your evil dreams have perished with you
For white bodies are hanging from trees
Swaying in the winds of justice
And hooded avengers, the black angels
Gallop away in the sweet light of day.