90 Seconds

Monday, December 12, 2010 . 2 comments . Posted in General

Once, a beautiful dream weaved its infant in my sleep. And it lived for ninety seconds in my sleep. I was twelve years old. But the picture it portrayed was of a seventy year old hangman’s. His job was to hang people. ‘Death’ was his only disguise. He wore his proud mask to commit his brave job. They say, ‘work is worship’. They add to support the very same lines with, ‘Every job has to be done proudly’. The pole that was kept alongside the fort had many victims. Every heart pounded when he ended up with many lives that way. That was poignant. And he wasn’t really ‘proud’ of what he was committing.
I met him at the edge of the town a decade later. He was then eighty two. He nearly lost his eyesight and his voice was hardly heard.  “Hello, brave soul, I remember you”. I said. He stooped on to me and whispered, “Have I killed your spirits?” I replied “Yes, once”. And he nodded with his bravest mask and shuffled off towards the east where the west touched the shore, to bask and see his life for one last moment.
Everything you do has its emulate. For all the time spent in that cold shell, struck by the paintings, and the blues songs, he held his heart close to the box that she gave him long time ago. The moment of freedom occurs when we pursue what we love. His love gave birth for many paintings. Paint the wall, the dry draft from the north comes to soothe your soul. He heard it, felt it, and copied its waves with those canvases. The box… That box… That black box had a letter… The only thing in that box was a letter… A white letter written with blue ink… And the note is incomplete… The ink must have run dry. But her heart was on it. She was his special friend, the one who whispered fairy tales to him. They dreamt together, and woke up every dawn with a lovely smile. He was in love with her smile. There were then no blues songs. The nightingale as she sang for him every morning. When the shaft swept the street towards their stay, thrusting warmth through the pane, they rose up, with their endless love.
A sudden fall of distant ray diverted from his thinking. His eyes shed tears. He felt good. The shore is crowded with strangers. And the grand fort lured the hitchhikers. The gates to the entrance has been locked and sealed. No one is permitted to witness the mighty pole that hanged many people. Its stood up on that stage, like a devil, to lure and squeeze the wanderer. Even the sun dies away when it appears behind its huge clock. Time is life. Life has nothing to offer beyond time.  Stay away, step a step back, or sideways, but stay away. Echoed the spirits surrounded by the rock made fort.
Once, a beautiful dream weaved its infant in my sleep… It was “I”. And he hurt my feelings in my sleep, in my dream’s dream. I was ‘He’. And the dream was incomplete… The dawn has led its way to the dusk… The shore has buried the sun… And the moon has come out from its shell… And the pole… The starry pole… That stood up on that stage and has become history… And the way to the hangman’s house has been glittered with myriad stars… And he, for once, smiled for the very reason that he cried… He is free… Free from pain… Free from his proud work…
And the moment he stepped inside his house, and opened that black box, the letter… Her faded lines… Memories… And the background music from his rusty radio, the skies poured inch by inch on his roof… For the letter said, “Remember, When I am away, you are so close to my heart…”

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Two’gether by Raymon Thomas

Monday, August 8, 2010 . 8 comments . Posted in General

I was wondering why people get so worried and tensed about what their future spouses are going be or who it is going to be. I was recently sent a link of a person I know who created their own ID on one of the matrimonial sites.  It got me thinking about how we spend so much of our time dreaming about the person we want to be with

  • The humble type,
  • The loving type,
  • The God fearing type,
  • The caring type,
  • The type that is there for us,
  • Spirit filled,
  • Good sense of humor

But have we ever taken a minute off our busy schedules to think “Will I be able to fit into anyone’s type?” Well let’s concentrate on the list that we have made for our future spouses. It’s always nice to think that we are always right and that everything is ok with us. “As I myself am preparing to find the one for me, I find myself quizzed with the same questions that I require in my future spouse.

During my Prayer times, I find myself praying for a wife as described in the book of Proverbs 31, And recently as I was talking to an elder sister of mine, I found out that as I am going to be the head of the household, how much time have I spent praying for myself? It was a wake up call and not a peaceful one but a rather rude one.

So I decide I would try to change myself, I started to check out the qualities of Good Husband from the Bible,

  • I Corinthians 7:3 Let the husband render unto the wife due benevolence: and likewise also the wife unto the husband.
  • Colossians 3:19 Husbands, love your wives, and be not bitter against them.
  • 1 Peter 3:7 Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge, giving honor unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be not hindered.
  • Ephesians 5:25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it
  • Ephesians 5:33 Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.

So here I am staring at the threshold of marriage, again, not at all prepared. So I take a step back to wonder how I would get ready for something like this. Well for the wedding I would have people assisting me in the preparations, but who would I go to get myself ready?

It’s ironic how, for the most important times of life we find ourselves the least bit prepared. I have known people who say that “it will come to me” or “I will rise up to the occasion just like that” etc……

I beg to differ, because you are not just going to rise up to any occasion if you don’t know what it is that you are going to face? And the best way to be ready is to have your own counselor! You see all world leaders and Big business houses have their own set of advisors who are with them when they need advice the most. We usually have our comfort groups to whom we look to for advice. But in all situations we have an Advisor, One who looks at every problem from a higher point of view, so high that He can see your past, your present and your future. Don’t you think it is good to have advice from such a person? His name is the Holy Spirit; His main duty is to counsel you on all issues of life. Please do not limit his role to the church and spiritual activities. He can advice you on any situation!

So if you are looking at getting ready for marriage and are setting up the “Do’s and Don’ts”  behavior list for your future spouse, I would suggest you start to prepare your self to be in someone’s list.

“Stop searching for the Special someone and Start being the Special someone, some ones searching for”

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