A Billion, a Brazillion, 736, 32 or 1? Or a continent? The World!!

It's June 2010, but there ain't no dust that ain't dusting around in the you know where while moving through Kashmir! The Monsoon is here. It's been dull and cloudy here in town. But, I closed my eyes and flew up, up and away into the sky, of course I made sure I had clear headway before closing them eyes of mine, and I could see a certain radiance illuminating off of the world. These are the times when you could jump off a cliff and the energy of the world would keep you afloat, metaphorically of course. The sun ain't shining, the weather ain't sweet, but there is a beat, a rhythm out there y'all and it makes me wanna move my dancing feet yah! 

Haha! George Bush is one big time cupper! This one time, Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed." "OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!" His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands. Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion?"

Talk football and everybody knows The Pele or a Ronaldo. Brazilians are the kings. They didn't win last time yeah, and I wait to see if a new usurper will rise. Soul Wayne Rooney, for if he loses it he's gonna grow that weird beard of his. Time for some numbers. There are probably a million people involved in organizing the show, billions watching! Partially fulfilled dreams of 736 world class professionals, a few broken hearts yeah and millions more for each one of those broken ones! 736 players, 32 nations. Butterflies in their bellies surely, but who's the one who's going to win it? Mae .. chounoyona mae .. Float .. float like a butterfly! Sting like a bee!

The war begins, but no lives are going to be lost in the making of history. Damn, this reminds me of Andrés Escobar. Sad story his, but probably a one off and something that isn't captured by this spirit. It's just a reflection of that irrational lunacy in humans. Let that never happen again. OK! I was watching the official starting ceremony on TV last night, people shouting 'Africa Africaaa'! It's a beautiful place - the desert, the rivers, the rain-forests, the Serengeti, geographically so diverse much like our own beauty. The message last night was 'Football - connecting people. Education for all.' In spite of the shallowness of my perception of life and understanding of the meaning of things, football for me, and I mean for me, has a very deep meaning! I don't care who wins the trophy, tears will surely be shed in the process. Oh, not by me of course. Watch this video --> Football Heartbreaks! and you'll get what I'm saying. It hurts, especially when you lose in a shoot-out! Part of the dream is taken away from you, that's part of life. Go out and get yourself drenched, play a game with the people and everything is gonna be alright soon enough.

For me though, all of them 32 nations are the winners, Africa is the winner and the whole world too. 'Lose your inhibitions.'  These are the times when we can sing 'Joy to the World!'

Un Diego!!

One Wayne Rooney!

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   Ju ma pel What? What's so shady?  Joey can't speak French!

   And I'm always on time!

Scan this Wasted Land!

'My Shangri-la beneath the summer moon I will return again.

Sure as the dust that floats high in June when moving through Kashmir.'

Imagine yourself walking through a desert storm or sailing along dire straits.

What exactly would you be trying to find ?

- Jebowski

I had a feeling all along that this couldn't be true!!

'Just Summer Moonshine!' Indeed, it was. This is a dedication to a very special person, a certain Jane, if you must know, to the extremely curious reader. I certainly wouldn't want Jane to get a hold of this, not right now in the least. When the years roll by, and Jane is still where she ought to be in my heart, I'll let her catch a glimpse of this little piece of -let me call it- elegant scribble. A dreamy sort of something, alliteration put aside, has descended upon me, and it's not being too hard on my emotions. Well, before I induge in what I'd like to call the hippity-hop-a-skip-a-hop phenomenon, which, by the way, is not exclusive to me, let me get straight to the point. Like Mr.Bond, Ruskin, I believe I am the sort of person who treads that zigzag path, pursuing the diagonal between reason and the heart. This small illustration should suffice, to explain the aforementioned phenomenon, if you indeed wish to call it one. Let's get straight back on the train, because I don't want to start all over again.

It isn't too often that skies open up and nimbus clouds pave the way for angels to descend to that one time haven of mine. I've spent many a hour in the dust and the grime, in this sanctuary for people who considered one certain passion more important than life or death. 

The raindrops were falling on my head!
And there she was, Jane!!

Then, there was that walk in the summer! I wonder if the moon was out that night!! 

Summer moonshine? I wonder if it was true!


Stardust, Z

Sands of Time

It was cold, as we would perceive it to be, in the land where time and space are explained by laws yet unknown to us. A beautiful creature clad in white, shimmering in the darkness, was walking along a lonely boulevard which led to nothing but vast emptiness. The only source of light was a great luminous monolith that stood beyond the horizon. The sky was always bright and always dark; a weird call of eternity echoing off non-existent walls.

There was always a gentle breeze disturbing the calm, and when Her white gown fluttered the silence was broken by an ethereal melody. She picked up a fistful of sand with one elegant hand and gently let the sand flow into Her other palm, almost like in a hour glass. The sand grains slowly formed a heap in Her palm. She didn't want this seemingly uninteresting process to end. However, the harder She tried to grip the sand in Her fist, the faster the grains slipped out of Her grasp until none were left. Exasperated, She lifted Her palm up to Her lips; nobody has ever heard Her speak but rumour has it that the sound that Her lips issue will persist  forever. And then, lovingly She blew them away.

An ordinary act, but one only had to look at the sand closely.

After all ....

"The wind is free, but the sand goes where it is blown.

Unaware of the world around it, whirling on the breath of the Gods, at the mercy of the storm that engulfs it.

What is one grain of sand in the desert?

One grain amongst the storm?"

(The quoted part is from the POP game in which Elika is one of the 2 protagonists.)

They occur in different shapes and sizes, but every grain of sand is special in its own way and She knew it. As they dropped from Her fist to Her palm, each grain shone in its own way, a myriad of colours ensued as they were lit up by that great source of light. The grains were then thrust out into the open and were left at the mercy of the winds. She had probably done enough for them.

The wind will take them all to different places, but it is believed that one day they will all end up where it started.

(There is a story about the grains of sand on the coasts of Africa. The grains are formed from rocks up in the mountains and the rivers carry them down to the coast. From there, the winds carry them across the deserts all the way over to the other end of the continent and then the ocean currents carry them all the way back to the coast.)