The Essential Taj

"Sometimes it is the people no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine." - Alan Turing Alan Turing Source: https://alchetron.com/Alan-Turing-1374575-W      The movie celebrates the enduring spirit of Man to do tremendous good in spite of adversity that jeopardizes your entire existence. The movie depicts in glorious detail the life of a lesser known man, Alan Turing, even in this age of computers and the prospective era of artificial intelligence systems and humanoids. If Adam was the first man to ever come into being, then 'Christopher' was the first thinking machine. Alan Turing's path-breaking invention marks what was to be the beginning of Mankind's tryst with digital thinking machines that not only perform tasks that solve problems at lightening speeds, but are extensions of ourselves. The movie admirably juxtaposes the absurdity of his attachment with his machine as opposed to another human being (his ex-fiance, Joan Clark...

Gales of Wind howling, clashing with mounds of rough rock a formidable resistance bisecting and chaffing the mighty waves an eerie silence coupling its destruction. An irrevocable force of nature, a change-maker. The Wind is unparalleled in its lack of mercy Relentless in its path, possessing the waves to do its bidding. The Wind inquires in a moment of curiosity to the hapless stones, Why is it that you do not resist my force. The Stone responds, reverently, the supremacy of the wind in enabling its transformation. It is you who synchronizes, aligns me, with Nature. Smoothing my lofty edges to serve till I perish as a grain of Sand. Nature is unyielding in death, Yet even as a grain of Sand I carry impressions that are rewritten because of you. And in those footprints is preserved the transience of Time, eternally the shiftiness of the birth and death of spirit. - of mindlessness and ceaseless adaptation 

Reshaping, refining and redefining a shapeless form drifting far and wide Aimless and anonymous. A forbidden pact, the meeting of unknowns the union from transformation traversing the length and breadth of a fathomless ocean. Enslaved in a fraction of a second In a storm of an adventure a whirlwind ride Paralyzed by intensity driven by desire, speechless enthralled in that company. The formless finds its Creator A smooth, pearly prison for its inception. Enticed by its security, seduced by its simplicity. A period of sculpting ensues endless hours of beauty lustful by design New delights, new destruction. Synthesis of an ethereal muse A performance primed to please A form to fit fantasies A form to transform the material world the totality of perfection. Subsequent to the brainchild of peerless brilliance and beauty. The enclosure, snaps shut to its child, its sculpted creation. Sealed shut forever to its labor of love. Memoirs of its creator...

Burnt embers In the sullen depth of darkness impregnated with silence you walk. You live and you breathe. Your mind weaves a tale  one of delight speckled with sorrow. You are content in your dream state. You don't question its authenticity.  Because, in this, lie all your desires, beliefs, do's and dont's.  All your musings all your comforts. Where is there room for doubt? You walk with your eyes closed. Ignoring the incessant protests of your other senses. Your instinct.  A slow rhythmic lullaby..numbing all else. How do you end this ? More importantly, do you want to end this? A song pierces through the lull.  The sound unbidden and uninvited. A siren in the wee corners of your unconscious mind.  A knight or an assassin?  Your spirit entrenched in monotony, The shroud slowly parts and lifts off your skull, Bitten, stung by the fangs of truth. The truth about yourself and others ens...

The gentle swishes of waves that carve the sandy beach the water washing over my skin their sound soothing my ragged breaths like velvet encasing together me and my Sins. The streams of white, streaking the sky, gliding in and out of sight, Eclipsing the Sun, My eyes grooving to the play of Darkness and Light. The Earth turning over For its slumber. Sinking into its slow rhythm of the setting Sun and the rising Moon. Tugging at the waves in earnest that etch themselves on me. Oh! Now, if the Universe were to still If all the movement would recede Be. Perfectly. Stationary. Rendered motionless for Eternity. Shrunken and frozen infinitely. I would still feel the ebb and flow of the Sea. The love you have for me Swelling Falling Rising Collapsing The whispers of your voice, resonating would hold me Your gaze strengthening my mind Your touch stilling my soul. Your love flowing through, expanding lik...

Sunshine pours softly in, through the lenses of your eyes But it's flickering silently disappearing. The shadow cast by this sunlight long and steady. They remain still as the light burns bright, Deepening darkly, as you shut your eyes. The blackness seeps inside, creeping into my being my lips turn white. I want you to open your eyes. Long, endless sighs of yearning Only that which is unfulfilled is sought relentlessly. But, the answers, they lie completely within. Will you answer? Open your eyes. The light I seek shines outside of you. I am bathed in your glory. Your tenacious spirit, shared with mine. Bound only by time, Freedom running amok. Fear. Fear of losing this glory. Your glory, my glory? The very nature of fear defeated by switching from ignorance to knowledge. You open my eyes, Till I pour out my own light. My light, Our light. - For my Fire Blood