expression lagging imagination

How to evolve my expression to cope with the speed and expanse of my own thoughts and imagination! ?

Multiplication by Addition of 1

Location: Hyedrabad (India)and many place all over the globe.

Till last week, on the streets of Hyderabad, there were fights with one conflict - proponents and opponents of seperte state of Telangana. Come Hanuman Jayanti, a full moon day and lunatic tendencies spread out like rumours in mist. Hindus and muslims are fighting colourful battles. Saffron and green, the colours of peace and piety, have donned red, the colour for blood and hatred. There is addition one conflict. but I am wondering, as usual, about consequences of this single addition. what would anti-Telangan Hindu and anti-Telangana muslim do when they come across a anti-Telanaga hindu. First fight among themselves and jointly fight with the anti-telanaga. Or first fight among themselves anti-telngana hindu chipping in for hindu and then the two anti and pro Hindus fight against each other with the muslim chipping in for Telangana ? ! ? ! ? !

Oh My, addition of just one fight has opened a Pandora's box! hindu anti against hindu pro. muslim anti against muslim pro, hindu anti against hindu pro. Just an addition of one has multiplied the fights-number to I don't how many, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, or even more. And its raised even more comple questions in my mind. How do you love or hate a person when he is for against you at the same time. Or is it that wars and fights are similar to sports ?! Teammate in club team is your opponent when you are playing for state, or country. Play professionaly - nothing to heart. Can humans fight with such professionality, without taking it to heart?

Oh maybe. And maybe we need to be aware and wary of this profession - profession on blood and profession of blood.

Happiness

Don't use ivory because it comes from killing a tusk.
dont use furr bacause it comes from a killed animal
dont use wood because it comes from killing a jungle
dont use a product because it comes from exploiting a chinese labourer
dont use oil because it will end up killing everything in fresh air
dont use plastic because dumping grounds are overflowing
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Oh God, whats left to use but myself
me, my sweat and my happiness.
Use happiness because thats how it grows

Wanderings in Wonderlands

These are simple random wanderings into the wonderlands of inside !

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Some people say "Nobody is perfect". Some other people say "Everything is perfect" and "World moves from perfect to perfect". I feel the first statment is a seeking one. We define what is perfect and then look, seek such a thing in people, things around us. While the later statements have acceptance ! ! !

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First World has made it impertinent for themselves that third world have money and start spending. What a amusing corollary, wonderful circularity !
'Poor must get rich if rich are not to get poor'
But . . . what a rich can tolerate about how much rich poor gets ?

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How to measure success if it is not to be counted, neither by counting of notes owned nor by counting of claps of appreciation received ?

What is worth of a quantity but the quality we perceive from it or the value we attach to it ? ! ! !

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There are many experiments I have rad about on to describe physiology behind behaviour. But I have seen hardly anything which tries to see at origin of physiology. Say, we know about co-relation between a behaviour and secretion of some harmones. But w e hardly know anything on how conscious thought, beliefs, faiths, emotions, feeling affect this secretion itself

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Wanderings in Wonderlands

There are simple random wanderings into the wonderlands of inside !

रास्ता

एक था रास्ता
चलता हुआ सा
कुछ थे पॉंव
रुकते हुए से
इक थी मंज़िल
धूंडती हुई सी

पॉंव ही जब रुक गये तो
रास्ता ये चले किसके लिए
मंज़िल खुद धूंडने लगी तो
रास्ता ये चले किसके तले
रास्ता ही गर ना रहा तो
दिल ये बेहाल कैसे फ़ुले

Sweet Chilly

Sweet chilly !
if you kiss her
you will taste sweetness,
but if you bite ...
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you will get hot shock
of your life.
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Ah, woman!!!