Chariot of the Gods..

You go crazy, cry out loud, get down on your knees and whisper to your heart "I love you baby". Ahh now do not draw in your syllogisms based on the rhetorical discourses you may have come across about me.
You can curse me for posting this crap (having wasted your precious time just before Valentines day when you could have been reading posts on love, lust, luck what ever) but dare not go any further if you are looking for a romantic post (wrong place mate ).
End of part one, end of the disclaimer, end of the crap.
Lazy day, lazy evening, lazy coffee at a CCD. In comes a mere mortal (I will hate him all my life) on the chariot of the gods. Go guessing my motorhead friends. I will help you with few names that I imagined could be second to the chariot:
Porsche Panamera: If only my last name was Gates or Ambani, I could have one of them but not sans a driver coz daddy won't let his little boy go crazy on it.
Mercedes CLS 550: If only I were to be deported to a country with great roads and signed on by Manchester United as there star forward. I wont own one even if I get the riches here coz then I will have to make my own racetrack too.
Pagani Huayra: The Schumachers are my 1st cousins. I get free access to tracks all round the globe. They even give me lessons on high speed driving.
Awful imaginations. Cut the crap again.
Lazily sipping coffee again. In rides on to the pavement "Mr. X" on his chariot. A Black Harley Davidson Road King. My mind goes astray, I can think no more, all I am capable of is continuing with the blatant stare..
A minute, I regain my senses and start watching the world react for the next 15 minutes.
A teenager on a bike (my bad, cycle) : Shocked. Skeptical. Almost ready to be run over by the truck behind him, trying to fulfill his uncontrolled urge to keep watching.
Father and son walking by: Dad walks past, my guess he did not notice. Son stands back, gapes and gapes and keeps on gaping. Dad is now almost 50 meters ahead, turns back and calls out. Now as the son walks dad takes his turn.
A young couple (walking hand in hand): The guy takes his chance to rub his palm against the leather as he walks past, but by then he has lost his girl who stays back.
Two young men(A & B) and a man (Z) in a Ford Ikon: Z parks his car strategically so that he can have an unobstructed view. A and B, pushed in to a state of ludicrous daze start jumping around the Harley snapping photographs in every pose humanly possible and every angle obtainable. Z disturbed by the childish monkeying of two responsible looking adults starts honking his horn trying to steer his car as close to the Harley as possible.
KP & I walking out of the CCD: I was still rambling about my dreams of growing rich, getting myself a chariot one day and KP blabbing out something (attention !), slowly walk to the Harley ogling at every bit of the beauty. We come across a girl who was jumping around mindlessly, hiding not any bit of the sense of her ecstasy. I remember me saying "Its a beast !" but I do not think anyone listened.
And now for the last hour, while I have been writing this, I have been dreaming. I dream one day I will get myself one of the chariots, I will take a couple of months off from the world and go riding all over India , my ear phones blasting "Highway star" and "No woman no cry" into my ear drums and the sun setting across the blue sky as I stop to feel the water rush down my parched throat. I have been wondering how I will "Forgive the unrelenting Indian summer heat", "Forgive the roads", "Forgive the government" and "Forgive Mr X". Until then Mr. X, I will envy you like I have envied no one before and pray to the gods "they give you the strength to protect the chariot".



PS: My friends say I am from the stone age (I am happy with a cell phone that can do nothing but make calls when they play around with the droids) and there are very few things around the world that invoke wild responses from me. I have seen the Road King's lesser brothers and half brothers from Harley Davidson on Indian roads but the Road King is all so different.

The blind side..

Almost every literate soul today is at least aware of "The Zeitgeist Movement", if not influenced by it. I just finished watching their most recent presentation (that is what I would prefer calling it) on the crises in Egypt. Governments bashed! Wikileaks and right to information hailed! Sheer brilliance!! Is it not?
Now lets roll back a few years down our own lives. Back to school I should say, to a time when you and me took pride in being made the class monitor, being called a great footballer or being hailed as one of the brightest students in the class. Is it not, that behind every success story that you and I have, there is some small dark secret. The class monitor who never reported his mischievous best friend, the super footballer who pulled off a great act to get his school team a penalty or the brightest student of the class who scored a couple of extra marks because he accidentally walked into a friend in the washroom.
I wont compare this to the ABSOLUTE CRIMES that leaders around the globe today commit. I detest them as much as Julian Assange and the founders of the Zeitgeist Movement do, but for a moment, lets think of the effects the a Wikileaks would have had on our class monitor, super footballer and brightest student in class. A mini disaster in the life of the young leader???
I am not drawing any analogies but is it not that "The Zeitgeist Movement" very well contradicts its own theories that our world leaders try to show us what they want to? Do the leaders of Zeitgeist have a soul so cleansed that they are not corrupted by power? Is not that they try to show us what they want us to believe in?
Harmony is a long lost dream of the past when homo sapiens did not walk the face of the earth. But since you and me were born, like the billions before us, let us for a moment stop dreaming of the idealistic world that would have been. Would it actually be possible to rule a nation without secrets? Is it any more real than the heavens and gods to be dreaming of a world with free information flowing through humanity yet not destroyed by it. Is it possible to control the devil in every soul, enlightened with information on how the world is run, how each nations armed forces protect them?
Then again we come across the human race so much betrayed by the people they want to trust, its so much certain that they trust anything that raises its arms against the governments. And in there is something that I believe fans the fires that helps people rise against each other, helps a Julian Assange and a Zeitgeist movement rise against the governments.

PS: This is a personal view blinded by the lack of adequate knowledge but driven by a complete trust in human nature. The very psychological state that you and me started to carry the moment we we had our five senses working.