New Beginnings

The wait is almost over,
My beloved awaits me,
With open arms,
I beckon her,
To embrace me.

Caressing her hair,
Looking into her yes,
True and fair,
I see the love,
Shimmering in a purest drop,
A tear which is glistening,
Which tells my heart which is listening,
The pain that she has undergone,
Of long separation.


Yes, it is over,
The wait is almost over,
I do have to repeat,
For the statement to hit.

And as a new chapter,
Awaits to be written,
Words unwritten,
Melodies uncomposed,
Songs unsung,
I open the book and start writing.

Appraisals Back

The fifth dimension is a spiritual one. But I've mouths to feed, and miles to go before I sleep, so I awake to the harsh reality of appraisals.

So, I eagerly await yet another appraisal, wondering what dimes and nickels shall fall into my vessel, and whom should I next cudgel.

But then, if wishes were horses beggars would ride!

And I still dont own a horse yet :))

Settling In

Just married!

The sign looks awesome as a sticker on the back of a car.

But holy cow, does it carry weight!

Have been settling in, with the new responsibilities of marriage and life definitely has and for now it seems for the better.

A few years from now, I do have the right to revise the statement. Dont hold me in court for this :)

Me Out Of The Box And Leaping Into 5th Dimension

Hi,

Most introductions would start with a very conventional Hi, I am so and so... from so and so place and
am so and so years old. But then, normal is boring isn't it. Of course I am not saying that the
details are trivial and unimportant, coz you wouldn't be interested if I turn out to be an elephant who
is 95 years old. But then, you may also think that a 95 year old elephant who knows computers is more
valuable and infinitely more interesting than a Virgo from Mumbai, India.

I have done my schooling from Mumbai, and am a software engineer. Of course you may say who
isn't. Well take it or leave it, fortunately or unfortunately I too am a software engineer, albeit a
very different one. My hobbies are a rich mixture of indoor and outdoor games ( although honestly outdoor
has been a shade on the back burner for sometime now )

I am as dreamy as you can get. And that is what transports each one in the fifth dimension isn't it ;-)

A Roseful Of Memory

Today while talking to Miss S, a vivid memory a remnant etched indelibly onto my brain leapt forward with an alacrity that would
surprise even the sprightliest of Cheetahs. The day goes back in time when Miss S, Miss N and I used to regularly travel at home.
Sorry, for abruptly introducing Miss N. Now Miss N, is a very sweet and innocent girl. But she restricts her life to a single
dimension, and when she does begin to speak, it is with shyness, that at once any individual would take to this beautiful girl.
For it is her aura of vulnerablity that drives people to love her and to want to protect her from any earthly harm. Not to mention
the pure innocence and purity on her face, which would befit the Antarctic ice.
Coming, back to the subject ( sorry but I always get carried over by Miss N ), the day that I promptly recall, was the day when
dressed beautifully, Miss N, and Miss S, along ofcourse with me went home. Miss N was carrying a bouquet of beautiful roses home.
I, in jest asked her whether these roses were for me, to which this charming girl replied, were that she would readily give it
to me, but these were hers, for that day was her Birthday. That simple confession at once transformed this already very beautiful
girl into an unbelievably, and heavenly generous angel. I felt as if in an instant all sins forgiven doors of heaven were being
opened for me, as I was whisked briefly into the fifth dimension with these two absolutely, gorgeous ladies. You never know when a
window is opened for you, and no roses besides the ones in her hand, had ever smelt so sweet. A memory captured for eternity.

The Transporter

Every now and then there are times when you are suddenly and magically summoned into the fifth dimension, and the stimulus may be external or internal.

One person having a plethora of stimuli that transport me there is my beloved jaanu. Just her voice, melodious and sweet, a beautiful nightingale turning even the darkest nights into the clearest days, is one of them. Her voice has that bewitching effect. Its spell binding like the imperius curse used in harry potter. The difference being that I forever want to remain in the spell, never wanting to come out of it, and cherishing every moment and loving the experience through and through.

Another such stimulus, is the fragrance of my jaanu's hair. For those unfortunate not to have smelt them, they smell of green apple ( green apple being her shampoo ) its not that she's a musk deer with a pouch of musk, her like all normal girls the scent is external, but the effect is ethereal.

I believe every individual would have touch points in his/her life, that affect them. Lets try and discover them, for the quest for hapiness is eternal, and the moments of bliss, ephemeral.

Wishing you luck in discovering your own moments of bliss. If nothing works you can buy a bottle of green apple for your beloved :-)

Miss Milo

Miss Milo is an exemplary human being, and a perfect study of the fifth dimension. I came across Miss Milo ( Milo not the name given by her parents incidently ) duringmy last job. Last job being a relative term, to make things more absolute my sixth job.I used to see a girl sitting quietly and being diagonally across made it even more difficultto communicate with her. But gradually as time began to pass, my curiosity got the better ofme, and my innate shy nature. To my unending joy, I discovered that this beautiful miss, stayedvery close to where I stay, and we used to have some unforgettable moments travelling togetherand exploring and viewing this world through are different views. In mumbai, as any mumbaikar ( that being the name given to residents of Mumbai ), travelling by local trains is an experiencethat has to be lived and cannot be written through. Although Tokyo trains are similar. Here in this train travel I had the rare glimpse of the fifth dimension in her. We could have travelled together, but she chose to travel separately so that she could enjoy her music and nap. That precisely is what the fifth dimension is all about, even in the confined space of the trainand the binding of time, which being the duration of the journey, this wonderful girl could livein a separate dimension and enjoy herself to the fullest ignoring the circumstances the crowd, and the mundane.

Hats off to you Miss Milo!

More on Miss Milo to follow ...

Where does it go

Having written about where we all began, the next step is where does it go. As I mentioned previously, that I would filling in and sharing day to day events about my life, also as what I have done and what I could have done, had I been in the fifth dimension.

May be the realization itself would allow me to move to a much fulfilling path and also you may analyse and post messages to me.

Where does it all begin

why do u think we were born ?Its one of those questions which the deeper you think, the more it perplexes you. It's as analogous to what came first, the chicken or the egg.Well we can theorize and fantasize in a myraid possible ways.Of course its the simplest had we been the progmagnon man, and or for that matter different creatures altogether. And the reason would be that your raison d'etre was the carnal pleasure of someone else. Of course in the modern day with birth control what it is, it takes on a different twist, but all the same the fact is that you had absolutely no control over your birth.So, since you never decided why you were born, you move out of the 4th dimension. But first what are the 4 dimensions. 3 are the dimensions of space or for the mathematically inclined our co-ordinates in space ( X, Y and Z axes ) and the 4th, as einsteins theory of relativity suggests would be time. So, that leaves you and me, and our life into the 5th dimension.The fifth dimension has neither physical component nor one of time. It is a dimension, as I would call it moulded by us. It is the dimension where we put our lives ( which was thrust upon us) and how we want it to be.The fifth dimension as I would like to mould it, would not weigh things that we do in the baskets of good or the bad. For this classification itself is a huge constraint, and we are unwittingly bound to it, even without experiencing what the so called society terms as bad. I would like the dimension to be loosely bound and one should judge for oneself, and an easier and a more rewarding classification would be one's likes and dislikes. Of course having said that if one loves to kill, he shouldn't go on a killing spree. The dimension can be bound by a personal space and as long as it does not transgress or violate another persons space it is fine, and would allow us to experience a multitude of emotions.As I progress around the fifth dimension I would try and relate choices that I ( and people whomI know ) have made in the 4 dimensions and what freedom and what possibilities lie had we assumed the fifth ...Happy reading ...