Archive for the year 2001:



I always wanted a twin…

The same in looks

The same in likes

The same in dislikes

The same in feelings

The same in emotions

The same in clothes

The same in eating

The same in love

The same in spirits

The same in joie de vivre

The same in generosity

The same in laughter

A kindred spirit, fancy free of soul,

Striking familiar chord in life’s melody

Pleasuring in its beauty n pathos on a similar plane.

The acuity, fragility and the frothiness of life

Is felt more so when shared by a kindred soul

And I see my doppelganger in the mirror!!!!


New people
New faces
In new places 

New people
New faces
New features

New people
New faces
New colors

New words
Same meanings
New nuances

Same primal emotions
Same raw feelings
Handled differently

Nothing new
Nothing old
Always existed

Time is different
Place is different
People are different

I am the same
Life is different
Reality is the same

Time marches on
What was is and shall be
In a fast changing world!!!

Nothing in life is static; it either gets better, or it gets worse.
Lloyd Dobyns and Clare Crawford-Mason, Thinking About Quality

That which is static and repetitive is boring. That which is dynamic and random is confusing. In between lies art.
John A. Locke


Fickle butterfly
Wraithlike creature

Gossamer wings


Object to object

Place to place

Emotion to emotion

Dream to dream

Plan to plan

Knows no bounds

Elusive sprite

Can make and unmake

Princes and paupers

Can touch virgin peaks

Cross uncharted oceans

Knows no despair

For it…

All is there!!!

Erase fancy; curb impulse; quench desire; let sovereign reason have the mastery.
Marcus Aureluis, Meditations, Book nine

Early Morning Rush

A sense of urgency in the air

People getting ready hastily

To become a part and parcel

Of the early morning rush

A river of humanity suddenly

Converging towards the trains

Underground and the buses above

And cars and taxicabs all rushing

A myriad of faces and colors

Forging variegated patterns

In a frenzy in the sun

Different hues merging and parting

All seeking their own destinations

Kaleidoscope like forming patterns

First of hodge-podge confusion

And then a kind of sense.


 When patterns are broken, new worlds can emerge.
Tuli Kupferberg

 A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a
direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion…
.this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reason
and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too,
when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.
Source Unknown

All fixed set patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability.
The truth is outside of all fixed patterns.
Bruce Lee
1940-1973, Chinese-American Actor, Director, Author, Martial Artist

Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order
to look at things in a different way.
Edward De Bono
1933-, British Writer On Thinking Process

The Clown

The crowds hooted and jeered mercilessly

He continued his silly antics regardless

His job was to spread cheer and goodwill

And he continued to do so relentlessly

Day in and day out, come rain or shine

He performed superbly with his longstanding partner

Their act honed to perfection was a true crowd pleaser

His partner and he complemented one another and

Drew great fits of laughter from the crowds who

Were greatly entertained by their slapstick comedy

Now his partner was gravely ill and dying

But he believed that the show must go on

And even though he was hurting badly inside

Outwardly he was full of cheer and gusto

As he did not carry his heart on his sleeve!

Thus he carried on in a solo act performing in

All four shows without fail but something was missing

The spark that made their act fun to watch was not there

No matter what he did the crowds jeered and howled

Valiantly he struggled on even playing dead to please them!

After a while he was tired and became careless

When trying to somersault he landed awkwardly

Broke his neck consequently and laying gasping

The life ebbing out of him inch by inch painfully

The crowds were greatly pleased n clapped thunderously!

His final curtain call was his best one yet

The fickle crowds were greatly impressed by his prowess

Little realizing that he lay dying trying to please them

The ovation he craved for all his life was now in his palm

And his soul hovered lapping it all up

at the time of his passing!!!

 Clowns wear a face that’s painted intentionally on them so they appear
to be happy or sad. What kind of mask are you wearing today?
Source Unknown

 I remain just one thing, and one thing only — and that is a clown.
It places me on a far higher plane than any politician.
Charlie Chaplin
1889-1977, British Comic Actor, Filmmaker

Being a funny person does an awful lot of things to you. You feel
that you mustn’t get serious with people. They don’t expect it from
you, and they don’t want to see it. You’re not entitled to be serious
, you’re a clown, and they only want you to make them laugh.
Fanny Brice
1891-1951, American Entertainer


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