Literary Diarrhoea

The chariot of life with horses five

needs a driver with open eyes,

Haze of confusion deters the ride,

And the horses five ride to strife;

Live your life with the charioteer mind

focused on the road, unfazed through time,

And the senses five, like horses guide

with the whip of reason, steady and wise.

The charioteer sees the road alone,

For none affects the chariot of stone,

The horses five are roped to one,

Seen as merely a tool at front.

For a chariot run by horses at will,

Is anarchy to life, its order killed,

For horses are wild with emotional spill,

And needs the rope of mind to still.

Thus take heed and celebrate the sight,

Of a sound charioteer guiding with might,

The chariot of life, so sacred and prized,

That the horses listen and the Gods delight.

If i could take pictures in my dream,

I’ll show you me in the middle of the Sahara sands,

Sipping my lemonade and licking my vanilla ice-cream,

And floating down the sandhills with skis made of rubberbands.

If I could take pictures in my dreams,

I’ll show you my garden of orange apples and sky-blue grapes,

I’ll stroll you through my crystal clear streams,

Where the fishes bathe amongst swimming apes.

If i could take pictures in my dreams,

I’ll show you the highways that bind our hearts,

Where emotions commute in parallel paths,

With toll gates that charge for emotional decay.

If i could take pictures in my dream,

I’ll show you skyscraper flowers connected by rainbow,

Providing shade from the overwhelming gleam,

Of the Moon and the Sun who take turns to glow.

If i could take pictures in my dream,

I’ll show you a poor man eat a hearty dinner,

A life without crime, a world without a sinner,

You’d never want to wake, you’ll want my dream forever.

But of all my dreams, if there is only one picture,

I’ll show you my life that i share with her.

Dearest Hacker83,

If my meagre existence in this universe is a pre-conceived Karmic backlash orchestrated by God and stimulated by Nature, perhaps it should carry more meaning than holding on to a blog page which is but a collection of words i spared out of my many thoughts, just for the reading leisure of a small collection of friends.

It was like an outlet for my soul to wander about, and in my words lived my many dreams and thoughts, all of which i shared shamelessly within the confines of my blog page.

I feel for your plight, for i know life is not always fair upon all creatures of the earth. In the animal kingdom, contrary to popular belief, there is order. The hunter hunts and the prey runs. They do not have a mind. They do not possess the discrimination power. Man, unfortunately, is granted the power to consider, reflect, discriminate, and choose. Herein lies our problem. Did we request the  Maker to mould us man? Nay. He made us such intelligent beings and expected us to act, and not react. But, sadly, the famous flip side of the coin chose to shine just as brightly as God’s sprightly hopes for mankind. We chose not to conform, we proposed revolution, we opted to sin, all in the name of freedom and free-will. And in your capacity of free-will, you exercised your public harrassment of my simple blog page. And in the gravity of that act, i wonder if i should commend the simplicity of your desires, or ridicule the insignificance of that great success you pompously exclaimed.

Having said all that, i will be in denial if i refuse to admit, i do miss my normal blog page. This sentiment i can relate, somewhat crudely, to that experienced by the character Carl Lee Hailey in John Grisham’s A Time To Kill. See, Carl’s 10-year-old daughter Tonya gets raped by some low-down rednecks. And the pain that Carl faces is not too much of anger or sadness. I personally feel it is of total disgust and reproach for such an act unthinkably pathetic. And in that feeling, i share with Carl. Thank you for making it possible for me to relate to such a great literary character I so admire.

Also i would like to make an observation to your choice of pseudonym. A Hacker, according to my dictionary of choice is one who uses programming skills to gain illegal access to a computer network or file. The dictionary further explains that a hacker is a programmer for whom computing is its own reward; may enjoy the challenge of breaking into other computers but does no harm; "true hackers subscribe to a code of ethics and look down upon crackers".

Honestly, i am unsure of the code of ethics you subscribe to or whether you are a hacker or a cracker, but one thing i would like to point out : Gaining access to my friendster page solely because i had forgotten to log out of my page does not necessarily deserve my highest praise, nor a Nobel award. So to answer your question of whether i am wondering who the intelligent hacker is : I AM NOT.

I pray for your well being, and i sincerely hope there’s a change of fortune in terms of sensual stimulation, for i cannot help but feel sympathetic about the way your life is turning out. If ever we meet, and i am sure we would, please do come up to me in the grandiose style of your writing, and i will feel honoured to spare you some cash to visit the local transvestites. I can only imagine the pleasure your deprived, self-professed large manhood would experience.

In the spirit of Ghandi, i forgive you, for you know not what you are doing.

Hey Ram!

Till we meet again.

Vijay.