I hit another solid wall of ice cold air as the bike I was riding on cut through the desolate landscape. Looking around, I saw nothing but pitch black darkness. My bike rode on boldly, relying on the faint glow everyone calls a headlight. The rubber was eating the tarmac with aplomb, one roll at a time. Moths and insects hit me as their kamikaze sojourn ended on the surface of my spectacles.

The coldness was reassuring with its solidity, reminding my body of its inherent resilience and fortitude. Forging ahead, and being passed by huge buses and small cars alike, their tail lights fading away in the distance. I looked upon them as lone sentinels that we come across time and again for a brief moment. Frozen like fossils in the ground, they carve out their unique impression in the inner recesses of our brain, our soft matter.

I smiled, and smiled with unease as the cold; froze my fingers, cracked my lips and tried to prevail upon my frame. I smile, and smiled again, this time with a reassured blink of an eye that promised to bestow its nobleness on my state of mind. I knew that my troubles would soon be over and the ghosts exorcised from my being.

I hit a cold wall again as my bike left the last wall behind, and thundered to meet another with the wantonness that god blesses us with in our youth.

Yours,

Cerebral Zephyr

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The days bore heavy on my soul. The zephyr cutting across my body. Its cold touch on my skin. I wondered how i reached as to where i am today. I pulled my cap tighter and my being shivered more just to grab that last piece of warmth that my clothes could provide me.

The wind chimes in the distant lay frozen for the frost had engulfed the entire landscape. Time brought to a standstill by the forces unknown entirely. I fell on the pavement unable to go forth, my feet giving way to the mass of my own self. My joints creaking and aching in pain for they could not go any longer.

I lay face down decrepit on the pavement biding my time. Just lying down, waiting for angels to relieve me from my pain, hurt and suffering.

I Just lay there……silent chimes looking my way….missing their usual gaiety waiting for time and tide to pass by to be their self again.

Yours,

CerebralPlay

This thought hasn't occured the first time. The closing walls of solitude, pushing their way boldly, without hindrance to crush my being. My will has left me, i can't fight these solid walls that threaten the peace of my mind. The truth is out there, the shadow of loneliness that has cast a gloom over the landscape. Feel abandoned sometimes, alone amidst a crowd. A lone warrior, left to face the world that has long turned its back on him.

How must the warrior go on?? How to sustain the truth that resides within? The answers are numerous. Go out, enjoy yourself, loosen up, all these come in volleys. My conciousness flickers and falters but steadily burns to ward off these attacks upon its very essence.

The truth must be accepted. The bitter pill must be swallowed. I cannot get out. Not because i can't, but because i choose not to. I don't know why, but the life of a recluse beckons me, but yet the yearnings of the world are still too strong. And so i live, so i reason with the limitlessness residing within for the demarcated world outside.

I am alone, cold , and withdrawn. There are souls that are near me, but reside far away. Their spirits locked away in bodies in places further off on land or sea. I choose not to think about them, lest i feel alone.

This entry is an ode to all those that feel lonely at some point of time or the other. Or people who choose to stay alone because they either haven't met anyone or have not felt the overpowering urge to meet , once they are touched by a soul from the outer recesses of their inner sanctum.

Yours,

Cerebral Play

Productivity is a point of the matter. How do we ascertain the productivity of a person? And more importantly, how can anyone dream of becoming productive in the Hustle Bustle of today. Feeding our lives incessantly to these giant corporations, trading our last values and souls for the industrial devil.

So this is what it has finally come to. People no longer see the side of reason that constantly urges for a life that is untouched, rather we are drowning in a deluge of mass consumerism and no one seems to realize, but a precious few. Our present generation is still awake, to a certain extent, but our suceedors will suffer for the short sightedness of their predecessors, whose legacy we slowly and unconsicously are adopting.

Think! my fellow men and women. What has this blind consumerism and militant industrialization got you? We all start with aspirations and dreams, but a closer look only betrays us, because we start off by first conforming ourselves to a standard. The current system is so masked, that nowadays rule breakers, anarchists, and the like have disappeared. The government too is not visible, but it silently pulls the strings.

We are a gullible lot, because we have always played around the rule. Going by the view that more the better, little realising that it is to an extent unsustainable. Engineers earlier were rule breakers, exceptional people, inventors to an extent, fine technical minds, and what do we have now? Their predecessors, a bunch of incompetent fools with no aim or inkling of anything technical, just having a qualification to have a graduation certificate.

We no longer produce humans, we just produce numbers to fuel the so - called growth. Where is it? That fickle thing that they call growth? Is it something that is read off the share market chart??? Is it something so significant??

What about human growth? It is denied….it is pushed under the carpet, or displayed on some fancy furniture (gathering dust) just to show how much the developed countries do to alleviate the pain and suffering by pouring money, but not help. By being under the misconception that money solves age - old problems.

Wake up!

Yours,

Cerebralplay

A thought struck me this morning. The relevance of the veins that carry our blood throughout to turn the course of our blood to the definitive actions that shape our present, past and future. These same veins were there in the bodies of great men that have passed us by. What was the course of their veins that carried their blood with such a force and vigour so as to etch their mark on the face of the human history and achievement?

This is a very abstract thought. But what made them a cut above the rest? When and where are we to realise the force, power and passions of these giants that have strided on the earth before us? The questions abound but the answers come up in trickles.

Yours,

Cerebralplay.

Ayn Rand:

My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute.

I

Its a word, but also a letter in its own right. I, seems complete and true in its own sense. I, seems perfect in its image and its bearing, but wait! What do i see from the distance? What do i sense from the winds that carry its scent to me? Yes! I understand, its not a pleasant smell, but the reeking stench, and decadence of collectivism.Its the sense of I that threatens its very existence. The word - I - with its magnificance, standing like a lone warrior, like a long blade waiting to strike into the very heart of WE and its collective magnitudes. It waits and waits in vain, for there is no wielder to this sacred weapon.

This sacred truth and weapon called the - I.

"I think, therefore I am". - Rene Descartes

So long….my lone brothers and sisters, for help is at hand…the help of the self. (the above oil can be found at this link: http://www.philosophy.umd.edu/people/faculty/manekin_charles/descartes.jpg&nbsp

Yours,

CerebralPlay

If pronounced in a fluid manner the last name of the famous character of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead sounds like Rock. And he is a veritable rock in the life depicted by Ayn Rand. Uncompromising, unbending he goes his way unperturbed by the masses that mock and work to destroy the individuality that he portrays.

Howard Roark………….

Yours,

CerebralPlay

Being reading "The Anthem" by Ayn Rand.
My most recent acquisition has been the anthem by Miss Rand. The story seems very basic, but beneath it carries a very powerful message. The message that is revealed at the end, hitting the reader with all its raw force……….

Yours,

CerebralPlay

Dehumanization and its prevalent mechanization. It won't be long……..

Been reading a book. Its called the "Manufature of Evil" by Lionel Tiger (Anthropologist). Uptil now by how much I have read, the book documents the advent of the Industrial Revolution and the changing face and values of the human race. I guess its worth a read.

Yours Cerebrally,

CerebralPlay