Casual Thoughtfulness!

I defy an individual who hasn’t atleast once dug his nose or scratched his balls or even adjusted an undergarment especially in the presence of a countable audience. I know it is quite an unpalatable silence breaker but I couldn’t resist mentioning this affair as I sit amongst the educated and observe a straitlaced young man digging his nose (albeit, the view is obnoxious). Regardless, brooding on to the labyrinth of such social yet lamentable maneuverings, for the sake of commiseration, I classify it into a degree of sophistication.  A rickshaw puller, a washer man, or any locale as we call him ‘Bhaiya’ or ‘Chotu’, under this degree, would care the least while making way for comfort. While the top hierarchy prefer to sacrifice comfort in the darkest of times for being under the clause of self-conscious discomfit. Code of conduct, as they have learnt over the time, refrains them from explicit insalubrities. An obvious contemplation carries forward this conver...

Exploring new and different places extensively adds a new horizon to the thought process of a being. The major breakthrough comes as we converse with the residents, understand their culture and behavior, imbibe the diversity of their environment in our daily lives. Being a smart traveler, thereby, is of prime importance. Ofcourse, traveling light is the foremost task to be done. A simple backpack, which can hold the basic necessities and belongings, is sufficient while traveling. Many foldable bags are available these days that can be added to the accessories in case you over shop and then need extra space to put in your stuff. Besides, here is the list of dos and don't s that require considerate attention. With google, there is a possible answer to every travel query. An ardent traveler will always study well and gather all the necessary information about the place one is set to explore. This makes the expedition more exciting as a little information enthuses an urge to lear...

There comes a time in everyone’s life when changes just happen. Pertaining to this, people calibrate their ideologies and principles in accord with the existing conditions for a better survival. I recently realized that life is all about revamping and remodeling the structural design of dictates of conscience while keeping the foundation of ethics intact. More so, sometimes you just have to redesign the entire framework. Like everything else, there are two coexisting hypothetical designs – THE IDEALISTIC and THE REALISTIC. I have come a long way following the former path. Being one, I have been advantageous enough, so far, in imperative milieus. It has been a gratifying journey, discerning the higher perspective, playing the odd role of a comprehensive preceptor. There may have been times of failure, of distress and gnawing dejection. Then again the ideals help in fighting back and standing up. Now, a realist is nothing but a practical idealist who can foresee the unworkable or rat...

Thoughts! The mind never goes to sleep. The clock inside is always tick ticking without interruption. Random thoughts, random situations transpire at every moment. Mood swings aren’t always the upshot of external influence. It is mostly a domination of all contrasting views coupled with overanalyzed predicaments. The imbroglio seems vicious and tumultuous especially when one ponders over the wreck within. This muddle cruises around crushing all the pre-existing inceptions. The wrath occurs once the fugue state becomes formidable. There is resistance, an upheaval of merciless pessimism that always hovers around. This is such a delicate situation that you are precisely on the verge of a break down. Every emergent notion frames you in null and void when you can’t think beyond. It’s a catch-22 situation. You either have an emotional outburst or the lava gets accumulated inside. The outcome, though is a varied synopsis taken from anatomized cognition of every single call made to the m...

“The company of me”, regardless of the cynicism tagged to solitude, takes me for a peace drive, effacing the prolonged derision. There are times when I seriously wish to be left alone and not be bothered by those thousand souls traipsing around me. There is no justifiable rationale for such seclusion. Resurrecting those ceded thoughts, recollecting those aggrieved dreams and once again nurturing the effect of being an individual. Aren’t these reasons enough to stay in isolation? It’s easy to manipulate a million reasons just to be left alone in this space inefficient world. Call it solitude or seclusion, there is always a brighter side coupled to this perception. Not just one finds solace, there is an immense involvement in the process of organizing those piled up thoughts. The tumult inside is set right to vivify the disarrayed designs. A participation like this might strengthen the mental capabilities, honing the circumstantial immunity. Being aloof not necessarily justifies l...

Duality of mind is a very common syndrome that prevails in cent percent phenomenon. If you actually ponder over any proceedings, you are sure to find yourself sailing in two boats. Without much hesitation, and along with a blatant expression, one of the two deliberations wins. And this contemplation decides the future of your better or worse. This double mindedness really slaughters you from inside and you are stranded vulnerable to ineptitude. Difference of opinion, a wretched list of pros and cons, an ordained submission, and an entirety of indissoluble buoyancy; make a mincemeat of the finesse of resolution; changing the definition of being a decision maker to a perplexed puppet. However difficult it may seem, the end road to success is a tour de force. Not a very planned journey, but well equipped for sure, making every gray cell stretch to its optimal limit. The sacrificial staging is nothing more than a charade that mocks at the ingenuity and uncertainty of the consequence. ...

It wasn’t too long when I first realized that Music and me had nothing in common. My singing is as discordant as that of a donkey; may be slightly better ‘cause I am reasonably au fait with my singing potential and sporadically dare to even croon. I still remember my inconsolable and embarrassing incidents with the word M. It was rather exploiting, when I was made to sing in front of the whole class to pass the music test at school. The fever ran so high that I once skipped a final examination of music and then feared flunking the year for being absent in it. More so, this was staged without the acquiescence of my parents at the mere age of 10. And as I grew up, I felt chagrined on scoring a ‘C’ every year. This wasn’t enough, when I was incited by the melody of a casio and tried to get my hands on that. Just a few practice sessions ago, when I had started assigning the syllables to the melody, the tutor asked me to sing along while playing. Then and there I gave it up again. The s...