No good byes.

I went back. Because the Tram display said there were still 18 minutes for it to come. Because there were 10 minutes for the train to leave. I thought there was not much to think about it, there were 10 good minutes. So I went back. I hesitated going into the train, so I went along it. I saw her through the windows. She was writing something. Don't know what. I knew she had gone for the writing pad even as I was turning around to go. I stood there for some two minutes. I thought I should go in. but there had already been a good bye. A very strange one too. I guess it was more strange because of me. I know I am no good at these things. So I stood there. A policeman looked at me suspiciously as he passed by. I looked at the watch, three minutes for the train. Three minutes is three minutes, it cannot be longer or shorter. I turned around never to go back again. The seven minutes were long enough. I know the world is not big enough nowadays and its round. see you again.

Perhaps Love..............

Perhaps love is like a resting place, A shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort, It is there to keep you warm

And in those times of trouble, When you are most alone

The memory of love will bring you home...

Perhaps love is like a window,Perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer, It wants to show you more

And even if you lose yourself, And don`t know what to do

The memory of love will see you through

Oh, love to some is like a cloud, To some as strong as steel

For some a way of living, For some a way to feel

And some say love is holding on, And some say letting go

And some say love is everything,And some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the oceanFull of conflict, full of pain

Like a fire when it`s cold outside, Or thunder when it rains

If I should live forever, And all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be of you

Words and music by john denver

Black and White and Grey.

Grey describes any colour between the dark side of white and the bright side of black. All greys are achromatic or neutral colours. Ther is no colour to complement grey but itself. Black and White is both the simplest and the most sophisticated of photographic disciplines. No colour photograph can reveal the subtleties that a black and white photograph reveals. B&W is timeless and eternal.

Being and Nothingness......

We as humans have the power to think. The most logical reasoning and analytical thinking has been termed as 'Science'. Ignorantly enough, Science only asks 'How?' and never 'Why?'. When I say 'Why', its not the worldly why corresponding to laws of physics or mechanisms of chemistry. Infact that is where 'biology' is a step ahead. It has pushed everything to extreme to create Life, and lately, intelligence. I ask the reason for the existence of our own self, the world we live in, the mystery called life, the universe and many more things....

The question 'Why' is very much based on the assumption that there is a reason for everything or there is causality. Causality applied to understanding the flow of universe and life seems beyond sense. According to causalists, The universe is no more than a chain of events following one after another according to the law of cause and effect. Doesn't tell me enough.

Is life a universal event or is Earth singular in its being? Unanswered. With the vastness of the universe, a small blue ball somewhere with such thing as life and its intelligence to realise itself as a part of such a super gigantic system as the universe is splendid. But there has been always a void. A void of meanings, reasons, purposes.

The human brain have so far tried to provide a meaning to everything. Learning to bear the burden of a meaningless universe, Man has invented god, questioned free will, morality. One characteristic that distinguishes man from other forms of life is the ability to use language in a way that goes beyond a desription of immediate experience, to develop and describe ideas such as space and time and to explore concepts like meaning and purpose.

Much of our knowledge about prehistoric people comes from burials. They alwways seemed to be prepared for next life. From the start, people seem to have asked the same questions- who am I? why am I here? What happens after I die? What is consciousness?..... The answers obviously had been formulated which involved belief in other types of being and existence outside and beyond day to day experiences. god there. the step from personal belief in god(s) to religion is not difficult. god and religion are just incompatibilistic view as a result of failure of mankind to go any further. However, it is not to be forgotten that religion in the present world has done more good than evil. Most religion at their heart, are about finding goodness in people.

But being and Nothingness still exist!!! Seek the Truth and you will find more questions than answers......