Random Tidbits

I’ve to go someplace. Suffocated. Killed. Impaled. Ohh. Ahh. Shoot. Urrgh. Yuk. Hummf. Phrr… Grr..frr

Rare and fleeting are moments of satisfaction
All rest is filled with despair, longing
for what is not
for what could’ve been
for what is and i refuse to see

Is it expedient to be obedient
in face of zilch experience?

There is a sudden accretion of matter,
in the region aspiring the rouge.
There is accumulation of mist,
in the region in want of gray.
But there is the shadow of indolence,
cast upon the whole prospect.
If you think that your prowess divine,
Can impregnate the supine, the bovine.
If you think you filled the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the cup and the proliferation that’s in it,
And–which is more—you are the Man beaucoup!


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About Me

Nehaan in Persian means ‘secret’ or ‘hidden.’ In Japanese, the same word means ‘nirvana.’ In these pages, I will make an attempt to explore, and if possible, partly or fully reveal what lies hidden from our view in our day-to-day lives. The path will be characterised by a certain lack of method which I think is characteristic of human intuition. I write and shall continue to write only when inspired to do so. This also means I might occasionally make forays into varied fields such as science, music, philosophy, language, linguistics and poetry, to name a few. I hope this would not put off new readers and tire the old ones! But who am I to complain–even the lovers of fine wine feel repulsed by the first drop and still, quite strangely, dizzy by the last.

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