Of royal bandhans and a potential polar shift.

If there is anything worse than having substantive headlines escape newspapers, TV channels, Websites etc other than the Holy Kate-William Matrimony. People and my actual friends bolstering the irritating hype via a tirade of facebook statuses make me think otherwise, or just aggravate my annoyance over what is a wedding-turned-world-wide-glamor-event. And of course what could ever be able to touch the hearts of the local masses and include them in the festivity other than local news channels concocting their own depiction of the event with a rather strange desi list of the "Baabul" songs. For instance, the only bit that I manged to watch was when Kate M sat with her prince charming in the royal carriage and the song starts playing.

'Paalki mein ho k sawaar chali re..' No, seriously.

Its even more a nettle to see people buzz all day about how they would love to find their "prince charming" in the Kate William fashion and sighing their entrails in. If the royal couple really did want to share their joy with the world, why didn't they gratuitously give out free tickets to every unfortunate, downtrodden person in the UK who cannot afford a TV to watch the wedding live at least, and carry their rituals in some magnanimous arena and shower if not muno-salwa, then royal corn dogs? I'm glad they're done spreading happiness to war ridden areas and places with epidemics breaking out every now and then. After all, royalty heals.

On a much more self related subject, I recently got over with Clive Cussler’s “Polar shift” and it got me wondering that if the conspiracy theories about the end of the world at the hands of the Luciferian elite were to come into play, then the author’s clairvoyance is fully operational. According to the text, a polar shift is a phenomenon in which the Earth’s crust moves over its core [of which a major constituent is molten iron] if an assigned set of electromagnetic frequency waves are generated from a very powerful source, which in the book has taken the form of a series of transmitting marine vehicles. Obviously, if such an event occurs, not only a polar reversal is its much anticipated result but also ensue a myriad of catastrophic repercussions of epic proportions. We can all bow down to the Gods and adopt the faith some of us never had that is, IF we even get to live for the merely significant amount of time. And if this occurs in 2012 then I’m bound to doubt the author’s integrity as simply a writer which I won’t because I will be among the mortals hanging on the altar of time and the future. Maybe his book had a message for all of us. Come to think of it, the clandestine intelligence has already progressed decades ahead technology wise. This possibility of a potential polar shift is one predicament that embarked a slight surge of apprehension in me. Heck, for a moment I even began to wonder whether Prince William’s hair fell because he was contributing the product of his mind in devising the diabolical plans for Armageddon. After all, the Royal family is a prominent target of conspiracy theorists.

But that was during the time I was reading the book. Obviously the one thing about conspiracy is that it is never proven. Now I’ve simply brushed it all off and I say that the author has been successful in trying a knot in my brain with the tendrils of his creativity. Oh, how I wish my art could maneuver through a person’s set of thoughts and be born as a part of what his senses perceive to be the apparent world. That is my definition of success in creation.

Out.