Salaam and Greetings of Peace:
Be praised, my God, by butterfly and dragonfly wings exercising for their first flight.
Be praised by lightning and thunder causing spring showers.
Be praised by the silent voice of grass growing and trees budding.
Be praised by all the colorful flower trumpets of spring.
Be praised by downy feathers freshly dried on newly hatched ducklings and chicks.
This world is a giant ball. Of people and things. And garbage. A heap of feelings that turn a person into a pile of garbage.
It is a giant ball, that rolls and rolls and as it does, it gathers more garbage and feelings and things. They all get stuck to it. They all get stuck.
They don’t let go.
So it is a giant pile, a giant ball of so many things that mean something and they mean nothing. It is all a pretext. But not forgetfullness.
It is a rolling mass. Of so many troubles. And so many dreams and fantasies. It is a rolling ball of dirt and in this dirt we sleep.
We don’t have any way of escape, we can’t go anywhere.
So we become spectators. And we cheer and gleam and stand up because it is afterall a giant ball..of so many things. 
One of the greatest questions that comes up after each tragic event in modern times - or indeed in any time - is why? What drove these men and women to commit such horrible wrongs? How and why can someone feel they have the right to take another's life?
In the wake of the Boston tragedy, this week's Mind the Gap Daily Post challenge is especially apt.
Pay a visit to any of South America's cities and you will quickly be struck by the contrasts. In Buenos Aires you will see piles of rubbish at the feet of glass towers. In Rio de Janeiro, large favelas face towards multimillion dollar penthouse apartments. In Sao Paulo, Brazil's economic powerhouse, the super wealthy travel by helicopter, spending their working days in the sky while the unemployed struggle to survive on the streets.
So yes. I found it today. The postcard. That same postcard. From before, way back from time. A time before time.
Yes i found it today. It was from a person who is now dust and ashes….in the memories. And sand in reality. In a lofty desert and on a hot beach. Sand.
Just like on the postcard. A streak of color here and there. Mostly sand and blue, like the sky. So today i stumbled upon it. The postcard.
It said nothing. Or did it. It was one word or many?
Dear and goodbye?
But was it a wave, like that in the sea?
Dear You…happy or sad?
Good-day and miss me?
No. Just a blank acknowledgement. That all is never forgotten. But..most is.
A postcard from before.
No i can’t say that i am a big big fan of change. But there are some bloody things that one wishes to change. But they simply refuse to.
Like the bloody hot weather in summers. The scorching heat that is just too overbearing. That bloody patch on your skin that was due to a sad old pimple.
The same horrible faces of people which you simply want to change with the mere show of wilderness.
And it is not always the faces but the interiors…that can be too much to handle.
I am an anti-people person. I like people but i can not tolerate them for more than a few minutes. Because just when you think you are getting too comfortable with them they start pouncing and become unbearable.
And that is another thing you simple can not change, that just doesn’t change…Some bloody things simply don’t want to change one damn bit. And it is plain rot.
Like fungus. Many people are.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,800 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.
So here it is guys…big night ehh. The new year coming up. New year stuff happening all around. People making resolutions and what not. Expecting things.
Well color me a pessimist but i can’t help it. What really happened in 2012 was a pile of hot steaming something that can not be named here. Just a bunch of SOBs trying to be a bit better at their job and failing miserably.
You know that is exactly what will happen now. Because at the end of the day…it is just the date and day that changes and not the people.
But i could be wrong. There was war…maybe there’l be more war, more poverty, more sad faces.
More SOBs.
So in 2013, you will only feel more miserable than you did before…but then again i am just the pessimist.
And at each tick and tock of the clock we all will worry how on earth did we end up being so screwed up in our head.
But then again…pessimist talk. A common cynic.
Maybe not because you know why…what happens is due to us. The people. We make it happen. We unmake it.
We cant go on blaming the dates and days…all we get to do is make the best of it. This year do what you always wanted to. But never had the guts to. This year make a difference. Make a huge difference. This year….consider yourself awesome.
This year, just do something out of the box.
Yes things will are horrible, they will always be horrible. the prices will shoot sky high. There will be blood shed and hatred.
Yes there will be all of this.
But…just make a difference. If you can’t, then..well you never had it in you and you don’t get to whine about it.
Because…now is what makes a difference.
Happy New Year Everyone…See you on the other side of the light!
I do not believe in new year’s resolutions at all. And i almost never had any. But i guess it doesn’t hurt us if we try new things. Because new years resolutions are as thin as air.
And so this year i geared up and thought..’well what the hell!’. So i made up a list of things i may do the coming year. I mean it is stuff that is relate able because unlike all of you i won’t actually do any thing 
So here goes…
Oh and this is going to be my 99th post. Woohoo. Stay put for the 100th jubilee thing.
This life and the people we come across in this life, the seasons, the colors, the whispers and the silence. Everything and nothing.
The kite that soars in the sky and the eagle which runs after it. The smoke. The green and the blue and the red. The yellow. And the shade.
The wind. The sand. Everything and nothing.
We are all, and everyone of us, the hard and the soft.
The leaves and the rose. The fire and the ice. The path that we follow.
The music and the tune. The stars and the moon. The sun.
Everything and nothing is under a warm spell.
Jinxed!
