The Sermon ~
“Politics had indulged in our blood such intoxicating aligning that it seemed sheer poetry.”
U.S.A (CIA, NASA) had bought so much oil from the Arabs that the Moors could not apostate. Hence, my akik (garnet of Islamic faith) from American cajoling croaked a Veto ! The crocodiles swallowed no more, they wanted our waters.
Nature is kind though, our natural gas won Soviet Union ten fields: – these species had aeronautically maneuvered nuclear power ~ to the fore armoured the sheath and speeched:
You may blow it, but I can grip it. Tanushka, its Russian meaning “white like cotton” is my second nickname. When I bestow, you will not be able to deny ~ correct me if I’m wrong.
Equal or no match, but you are moron if you ever advertise your banal gun, of which ever make. Chevy?
Life reminds you your relationships with you friends in co-incidences, music, memories ~ nostalgia is the best spell for a lonely moment, the hourglass will be turned over again and then new memories will be loomed.
The chatterbox, my greedy spoilt complements contemplate, often submissive machining echoes of reflections embrace criticism. Then, I’m impossible again. The moon disguising summons croquets amidst censures try inflict a pang of stillness, I abide.
Time spent lavishly croak, so I chair the order, it pays to impose a little order even in these wild games of imagination. We date our mistakes, ashamed dirty face learn experiencing to make amends ~ ‘Sorry, I was wrong’ ~ truth. So then, the padding will underline puns in your conscience.
“How could you” – my question in your answer.
“And now, how will you make it up to me again? Mentor, who is thy deciphel, pray tell.”
A lattice becomes kaleidoscopic if it is prone to karma.
Abetting my algorithm derived canisters that chairing memory space to optimize bytes is a cannibal cannonade to Pope Paul VI’s prophetic document, Humanae Vitae(1968). Not every two frame of mind think in sameness, pun intended!
I believe contrapuntal variables have to be declared, so that more than defined options are available for best combination abiding best practice.
Coalescing concepts ( The Power of Now, Celestine Prophecy ), nothing exists without the now. The key to overcoming conflict in the world is the mystical experience, which is available to everyone. To nurture the mystical and build your energy, allow yourself to be filled with a sense of love. For minds deciphering philosophy, no such assurance was required; but for those unaccustomed to the tone of a subject in which agreement is necessarily rarer than esteem, it seemed desirable to record what to others would be a matter of course. Quoting Bertrand Russell, “Pragmatism assumes that humility will give us the meaning of truth and falsehood,” inkling that man today is instituted by history. We can be categorized by our characteristics, but not for similar consequences which can build energy riding a steady stream of intuitions, dreams, and synchronistic coincidences, all guiding you in the direction of your own evolution and transformation.
In Boolean language, besieging electronic intelligence abbreviate its requirements on the C Drive, fundamentals and theorems would ignore the grammar of any creed. It is illegitimate to impregnate a magnetic chip alias identification incarcerate all our anchoring shackles, we need to breathe if circuits alien_ reposting, no burial ground alleges buoy of one epitaph only. Calculators have ruled out log books and slide rules, the unnerving rush arises allegorical alliance of alleviating other armaments.
J.D Salinger ~
“Something else an academic education will do for you. If you go along with it any considerable distance, it will begin to give you an idea what size mind you have. After a while, you’ll have an idea what kind of thoughts your particular size mind should be wearing. What it will fit, may be what it won’t.”
Source: Catcher in The Rye
(N.B. I landed with a compartment in my CBSCE chemistry exam, my mother is a Masters in Chemistry from DU.)
In the mythical mirage city, Hercules carried the sky on his shoulders, Philip and Alexander were warrior princes, Octavian guarded the Achilles’ heel, piety Helen, Cleopatra’s beauty and unruly imagination led by Darius built yet another Babylon at a distant shore_ he grand design of honour and chastity, and Nefertiti’s power was never left behind.
Clytemstra flipped another page in time, summoning black hole and King NebuchadnezzarII as she sighed.
John Keats once said, “Fanatics have their dreams, with which they build a paradise for a sect.”
Leptis Magna
Saima thought to herself_ even in these games of imagination, it pays to impose a little order, and wander through the infinite wilderness of stories. She collected segments from history and mythology to sketch her own version of anecdote referring to hypothetical personalities. It was as though they were exchanging views on some arbitration.
Just when she was about to come up with a very intense thought that could be deeply controversial_ she heard someone calling her. It always happened like this_ whenever her hypothetical debates were conversing on a very interesting state of affairs; she had to return to reality. Her watch showed 10:30 AM, who could it be?
She was a software developer by profession. Writing was just one of her passions. She loved contemplating about reasons behind the manners in which different people behaved. Honestly, she wanted to be a counselor earnestly but ended up being a programmer. Though now, she is debating with herself whether she should switch her career.
The young boy looked fifteen or sixteen. He seemed to be from a well-off family_ clean and smartly dressed. He was alone and Saima wondered why? Little was she aware of the enthusiastic mind filled with fervent questions infront of her.
As soon as he finished with the introductory round, he amazed Saima with a very insightful question_
“If you filled up the gaps between the stars in the sky at night, would they still be as beautiful!”
Saima was taken aback for a while. The teenager infront of her was too young to realize the romantic depth of his question. She didn’t know how to put her answer in words. So she gave him contemplation to study_
“When all wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.”
This kept Ovi occupied for sometime. Saima thought to herself whether he was trying to portray an image and impress her? He was only a student who had come to her to learn the basics of computer.
Without wasting any further time, they began their studies. She would teach him about GATES and TRUTH TABLES as he was already familiar with Binary Digits.
GATES: In simple language, gates are circuits in a computer’s hardware. For different combinations of zeros and ones (Binary Digits), i.e. on and off of the electricity, different gates gave different results. This is how calculations are done electronically.
The AND gate got Ovi very intrigued. He exclaimed at his own intelligence when he realized that this gate acted like Multiplication. Or else how the hell could 1 + 1 be still equal to 1.
Saima was pleased at her student’s enthusiasm. She thought to herself that one day Ovi would probably be a famous programmer. She was sure the he would find programming softwares very interesting.
Moments when her student was busy solving algorithms, she wondered why did he begin with a remark like that. His comment definitely concluded that he was optimistic, but something was definitely bothering his head and she wondered what. His reason for being there and his annotations had no connection, or atleast Saima failed to find any.
It happened to be so_ Ovi read a lot of science fiction. The fact that machines which worked on switching on and switching off of electricity could possibly fight a war to rule their planet was breathtaking. Books say computers are not intelligent as they cannot think by themselves. They can only operate on commands. Only, he couldn’t appreciate that those computers could themselves create programmes where every possibility of any probable occurrence what so ever could be calculated and taken required measures for. This made Saima remember a quotation of A.E.Housman_
“But oh, the two troubles in my life that reaves me of rest. The brains in my head and the heart in my chest.”
That seemed to settle his state of mind, atleast it made sense to the teacher. Suddenly Ovi dropped his pen and asked Saima,
“What is the connection between science and religion?”
This caught her by surprise, it took her a few moments to gather herself and then she composed her reply:
“Why don’t you know? In the Quran, it is written that there is a particular mark on the moon. When astronomers actually stepped on the moon, they discovered the mark exactly the way it was mentioned in the Quran.”
The fact seemed to irritate Ovi a little. He was expecting something more poetic. Before he could argue any further, his tutor gave him a new problem to solve. He thought to himself, nobody could match his idiosyncratic level while having conversations. Though his new teacher did please him with her first reply, her second one was very bland. He was definitely not satisfied. She just shut him up with a fact, why not something more imaginary. May be something like_ prayers are a form of meditation. Or human psychology tends to find relief in trusting a higher power and obeying instructions. To him, decision making is as troublesome for human as for computers. He finally refused to work on the assigned task and voiced his views on the topic. He added that responsibility is the hardest obligation one has to overcome to gain trust and respect. And then contently he returned to his studies.
Saima liked her new student. He was inquisitive and at the same time quite logical for his age. She smirked a little and picked up a book from the shelf, Geeta Hariharan’s “WhenDreams Travell”
She read out a line and handed the book to Ovi for reading.
“The sky isn’t big enough for both sunrise and sunset.”
Saima turned to her theoretical depictions and announced silently; an ancient mirror glinted obediently revealing impatience_ reassuring there is nothing in the world_ real or imaginary_ which it cannot reflect in its glassy depths, or which it cannot stretch, enlarge or distort.
Even in this generation of the 21st century, a black cat crossing your path is considered to be an omen. If you ever come across such a situation, just take three steps back, and then carry on with your destination without any hesitation!
Tale of divination narrated in the wailing splinter of Mecca’s akik ring;
The calls of the wild tide repost to all Godly blessings in disguise,
The badge of genesis jeopardised in the misrule of avarice.
Melodious contemplation greets wraithlike faint jeers,
Pronunciamento biting the pose of composure maddened by scandalmonger’s harassments
Spell of calmness paralyse my spine seconding the curse of the moon.
Ghostly arrest of love witness daisies withering away away under our feet through my faith smeared on the mirror,
Aligning adjourns history’s ceasefire on the parched armour categorising sentences rummaging decisive penance.
Sameness of guilt will vision sanctity in the lashes of tired conscience,
Vile is how I apathy your acuity.
Mehjabin Shahed 
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