when the dust has settled

When thedust has settled, how can we be sure that those supposed regulators are doing their jobs at not pulling the wool over our eyes? Couldn't robots be used in dangerous radioactive places to prevent endangerment of human lives? Shouldn't we ,the people living near nuclear plants be given automatic updates of radiation levels on mobile phones? What is the solution that can weaken construction materials so that rescue missions are made easier? When the dust has settled,what lesson can we get from this to move on with our lives?

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The seed of this story germinated whilst I was reading Banana Yoshimoto's Kitchen and Yoko Ogawa's the Housekeeper and the professor.aaah the love that is unrequited



My friends call me Andy the Randy.Beats me. I sure ain't have no super idol face -just those red angry mini volcanoes called zits that pop up on the tip of my nose or forehead.

I've set up this secret website to earn me some extra moolah.My mom is sure a meanie-what she gives can hardly pay for my girl's night out at that smashing club ,Cool chick.FML.

They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.Nope they know nuts about raging hormones.You strike them where the most blood flows to-works everytime,I make big bucks secretly filming with my spy camera in toilets and changing rooms.Yeah,I'm going to hit Hollywood big time director like that Steven S. Look out ,Hollywood here I come from the school of hard ons to the school of hard knocks.

You know,when dad left us for that bit***,the private detective that mom hired was wow so high tech.You would never guess where and how they tape people doing their thing.I learnt atrick or two from them when I set up my cash trap. Ha ! Ha!You wouldn't know .

the snow lotus

A haiku


fireballs freeze shadows

from ashes

the snow lotus unfurls

ordinary words

Ordinary words

coarse tea and plain rice

day in and day out

eat and shit

ordinary words

strip away the honeyed tongue

another dawn breaks out of the darkness

despair not

a new day has come

in hearts fire sears

on streets putrid flesh melts

exposing the skeletons

another life ripped out

a new day has come

the earth shakes

the people speak

ordinary words

from the margin

Love is blind,deaf and dumb

Rabindranath Tagore

The picture of a flower in a botanical book is an information,

Its mission ends with our knowledge.

But in pure art,it's a personal communication.

And therefore until it finds its harmony in the depth of our personality,

it misses its mark.

Source : Thought relics

Morning has its birds' songs,

and life's daybreak has the music of the child.

At every home comes to us this refrain of life with its pure note of beauty.

The bloom constantly is brushed off the world of man by the friction of its dirt,it is roughened and begrimed by the callous touch of age.

Source:Thought relics

ink wash paintings

I love the ink wash paintings of monochromatic shades of black -the paintings of Gao XinJiang seeps through with the stark desolateness of a zen like landscape -amidst of which a solitary figure or a few amorphous shapes of men stands .There is a hint of detachment,of withdrawal from the affairs of the world and like the scholar philosophers of ancient China,they retreat to the wilderness for solace.The stillness of the natural landscape sweeps through the unflinching figures.The mood exudes an aura of vast emptiness of which the human is so insignificant by comparison.The deft strokes are so subtle and suggestively hints at the turmoil that the artist had undergone to be able to depict so much with so little.People who have undergone such pain have depths of intensity that comes through in their art,their music,their works.