Friday, December 9, 2011

Glimpse of a dream


Then, I asked,
what am I doing here? why do I always feel I do not belong here?
He almost gave out a smile at my naïve perspective

Then said the word - Destiny.

Evolution and change is inevitable. That's the nature of earth. But destiny..fate..kismat..that's a conversation between a soul and the stars.

And for those who rebel,
they come back running right from where they start. In a circle. Because the greatest obstacle between them and 'change' is....themselves.

Ah! Now you are thinking why hide the truth at all?
Why is the salvation hidden?
Cuz frm that perspective, it permits experience, growth and eventual fulfillment of destiny..

Empty ur cup
Free your mind
Accept this infinite knowledge
Open your eyes.

Then, stop seeking and start looking.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

jewelcase

and the void screamed through me,
the last bit of me was lost in the world.
and this oblivion was engraved within,
reminding me I have no belonging left.

Monday, November 21, 2011

12 travellers


(when there was)

Bombay, India
12 travellers

Not alike, Just the same
Different paths, but they travel together
And the fastest one never wins, because they always travel in Circles.



Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Earth from the 'top' view :)

Some mindblowing footage from the space expedition. Makes you feel how small the world really is :P

by Michael König

Time lapse sequences of photographs taken by Ron Garan, Satoshi Furukawa
and the crew of expeditions 28 & 29 onboard the International Space Station from
August to October, 2011, who to my knowledge shot these pictures at an altitude
of around 350 km. All credit goes to them. I intend to upload a FullHD-version
presently.

HD, refurbished, smoothed, retimed, denoised, deflickered, cut, etc.
All in all I tried to keep the looks of the material as original as possible,
avoided adjusting the colors and the like, since in my opinion the original
footage itself already has an almost surreal and aestethical visual nature.

Music: Jan Jelinek | Do Dekor, faitiche back2001
w+p by Jan Jelinek, published by Betke Edition
janjelinek.com | faitiche.de

Image Courtesy of the Image Science & Analysis Laboratory,
NASA Johnson Space Center, The Gateway to Astronaut Photography of Earth
eol.jsc.nasa.gov

Editing: Michael König | koenigm.com

Shooting locations in order of appearance:

1. Aurora Borealis Pass over the United States at Night
2. Aurora Borealis and eastern United States at Night
3. Aurora Australis from Madagascar to southwest of Australia
4. Aurora Australis south of Australia
5. Northwest coast of United States to Central South America at Night
6. Aurora Australis from the Southern to the Northern Pacific Ocean
7. Halfway around the World
8. Night Pass over Central Africa and the Middle East
9. Evening Pass over the Sahara Desert and the Middle East
10. Pass over Canada and Central United States at Night
11. Pass over Southern California to Hudson Bay
12. Islands in the Philippine Sea at Night
13. Pass over Eastern Asia to Philippine Sea and Guam
14. Views of the Mideast at Night
15. Night Pass over Mediterranean Sea
16. Aurora Borealis and the United States at Night
17. Aurora Australis over Indian Ocean
18. Eastern Europe to Southeastern Asia at Night

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Sunday, August 28, 2011

In this world



In this world, from time to time i get a feeling i am living someone else dream, and sometimes nightmare. Chasing ghosts. Praying myths. Uncontrolled self. Dependent. A blind man trying to find colours.

I wish i could say i am any better than the society i live in. We are pretty much alike. Specialy in knowleddge. Both of us know grass isn’t greener on the other side. Both of us know we aren’t leading our lives nywhere wid deadend jobs. Both of us know everyone lives in fear. Both of us know how fucked up the world really is. The only difference is, they have decided to ignore it, i have decided to express it. And sometimes fight it.

I would be lying if i told u i never imagined myself a hero who saved the world from all its blasphemy its greed, its hunger to destroy in order to create. But then so would you. But this isn’t about u. Neither its about the damn world. Not about the purpose of life. Not about any grand meaning of this utter chaos. This time is about me. Yes, “me”.

The term “I” which they so bluntly told you to throw it away for the greater good. Truth, as i have come to realize, is this “I” where it all begins.
“I” is the question “I” is the answer. “I” is where it all begins, and where it all ends. How much do we truly know about ourselves? I am not taking about sudden euphoria within you, neither about preaching of dead gods, nor i am talking about the religious fanatics. I am talking about you. YOU as a whole. The being. The being who have some amazing powers. The power of will. The power to think. To imagine. To have endless possibilities. And the biggest power - to act on these.

The society, where we live and breathe, where we “contribute” is nothing more than an idea bestowed upon us. The reason, very few question it, is simple. Its difficult to see something u live everyday. Its just hiding in plain sight. Its the idea of society on which our Governments, our religion, holy books, and our conditioning is based upon. “Society” is the biggest idea ever conceived by humans. As damaged as it is. Its hard not to see its beauty. The beauty of an idea gone indestructible.

The power to think. The power to question, anything and anyone. Thats what makes us unique in creation. Now what if i tell you that is not it. What if i tell you every living being is connected. That your dreams are another reality. That there is no reality. What we are looking for, in deep seas, on another planets, in micro-organisms is already within us. Control of your physical self, freedom of your inner self, peace, chaos, connectivity, access to the universe, origin, god.

“I”, “me” is bigger than what we think. If i have brought you any closer to this prespective, it sholdnt be hard to see. All the origins of all the gods and thee holy books, is just a coma on another beginning. The connectivity which starts within all of us.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Let me begin and let me end.

Was writing smthng else bt gt distracted by these mighty words of Mario puzo..
Let him take u inside his world.


“Listen to me. I will tell you the truth about a man’s life. I will tell you the truth about his love for women. That he never hates them. Already you think I’m on the wrong track. Stay with me. Really-I’m a master of magic.
“Do you believe a man can truly love a woman and constantly betray her? Never mind physically, but betray her in his mind, in the very ‘poetry of his soul.’ Well, it’s not easy, but men do it all the time.
“Do you want to know how women can love you, feed you that love deliberately to poison your body and mind simply to destroy you? And out of passionate love choose not to love you anymore? And at the same time dizzy you with an idiot’s ecstasy? Impossible? That’s the easy part.
“But don’t run away. This is not a love story.
“I will make you feel the painful beauty of a child, the animal hominess of the adolescent male, the yearning suicidal moodiness of the young female. And then (here’s the hard part) show you how time turns man and woman around full circle, exchanged in body and soul.
“And then of course there is TRUE LOVE. Don’t go away! It exists or I will make it exist. I’m not a master of magic for nothing. Is it worth what it cost? And how about sexual fidelity? Does it work? Is it love? Is it even human, that perverse passion to be with only one person? And if it doesn’t work, do you still get a bonus for trying? Can it work both ways? Of course not, that’s easy. And yet -
“Life is a comical business, and there is nothing funnier than love traveling through time. But a true master of magic can make his audience laugh and cry at the same time. Death is another story. I will never make a joke about death. It is beyond my powers.
“I am always alert for death. He doesn’t fool me. I spot him right away. He loves to come in his country-bumpkin disguise; a comical wart that suddenly grows and grows; the dark, hairy mole that sends its roots to the very bone; or hiding behind a pretty little fever blush. Then suddenly that grinning skull appears to take the victim by surprise. But never me. I’m waiting for him. I take my precautions.
“Parallel to death, love is a tiresome, childish business, though men believe more in love than death. Women are another story. They have a powerful secret. They don’t take love seriously and never have.

“But again, don’t go away. Again; this is not a love story. Forget about love. I will show you all the stretches of power. First the life of a poor struggling writer. Sensitive. Talented. Maybe even some genius. I will show you the artist getting the shit kicked out of him for the sake of his art. And why he so richly deserves it. Then I will show him as a cunning criminal and having the time of his life. Ah, what joy the true artist feels when he finally becomes a crook. It’s out in the open now, his essential nature. No more kidding around about his honor. The son of a bitch is a hustler. A conniver. An enemy of society right out in the clear instead of hiding behind his whore’s cunt of art. What a relief. What pleasure. Such sly delight. And then how he becomes an honest man again. It’s an awful strain being a crook.
“But it helps you to accept society and forgive your fellow-man. Once that’s done no person should be a crook unless he really needs the money.
“Then on to one of the most amazing success stories in the history of literature. The intimate lives of the giants of our culture. One crazy bastard especially. The classy world. So now we have the poor struggling genius world, the crooked world and the classy literary world. All this laced with plenty of sex, some complicated ideas you won’t be hit over the head with and may even find interesting. And finally onto a full-blast ending in Hollywood with our hero gobbling up all its rewards, money, fame, beautiful women. And don’t go away-don’t go away-how it all turns to ashes.
“That’s not enough? You’ve heard it all before? But remember I’m a master of magic. I can bring all these people truly alive. I can show you what they truly think and feel. You’ll weep for them, all of them, I promise you that. Or maybe just laugh. Anyway, we’re going to have a lot of fun. And learn something about life. Which is really no help.
“Ah, I know what you’re thinking. That conning bastard trying to make us turn the page. But wait, it’s only a tale I want to tell. What’s the harm? Even if I take it seriously, you don’t have to. Just have a good time.
“I want to tell you a story, I have no other vanity. I don’t desire success or fame or money. But that’s easy, most men, most women don’t, not really. Even better, I don’t want love. When I was young, some women told me they loved me for my long eyelashes. I accepted. Later it was for my wit. Then for my power and money. Then for my talent. Then for my mind-deep. OK, I can handle all of it. The only woman who scares me is the one who loves me for myself alone. I have plans for her. I have poisons and daggers and dark grave sin caves to hide her head. She can’t be allowed to live. Especially if she is sexually faithful and never lies and always puts me ahead of everything and everyone.
“There will be a lot about love in this book, but it’s not a love book. It’s a war book. The old war between men who are true friends. The great ‘new’ war between men and women. Sure it’s an old story, but it’s out in the open now. The Women’s Liberation warriors think they have something new, but it’s just their armies coming out of their guerrilla hills. Sweet women ambushed men always: at their cradles, in the kitchen, the bedroom. And at the graves of their children, the best place not to hear a plea for mercy.
“Ah, well, you think I have a grievance against women. But I never hated them. And they’ll come out better people than men, you’ll see. But the truth is that only women have been able to make me unhappy, and they have done so from the cradle on. But most men can say that. And there’s nothing to be done.
“What a target I’ve given here. I know-I know-how irresistible it seems. But be careful. I’m a tricky storyteller, not just one of your vulnerable sensitive artists. I’ve taken my precautions. I’ve still got a few surprises left.
“But enough. Let me get to work. Let me begin and let me end.”




Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Path within lights



Universe was never out there. Its within us. Just follow the light.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

focus




Saturday, July 2, 2011

Island of Dreams



Have you ever looked over the city..have you ever looked through all the lights..

a sane angle