Casual Thoughtfulness!

Of late, I haven’t got much time to think about anything apart from my work and its scheduling and rescheduling. At ease now, though the mind refuses to sit back and relax. Its always in the hyper active mode for reasons best known to the internal wiring inside. Of course, being over occupied isn’t a very striking affair. But that is something you just cannot escape no matter how much you dawdle it. And escapism is not something I personally support. Coming back to life and routine, just contemplating over the past deeds and happenings, I realized how life always puts you up in a rut and expects you to come out triumphant. The proactive inhibition precludes the sense of being avant-garde, of that being progressive in terms of situation. It pulls you back to a point where you feel paralyzed, recluse, and dormant. The process actually takes you for a ride from an altar to deep down in the dumps. The bitter truth winds you in such a series of trials, as if sailing through them wou...

It’s funny how perception for the same situation show such varied response. Usually we say it takes two to clap – referring to each and every action or emotion be it fight, love, hurt etc. Then there is a third person. This person is the one who listens to the chores of one of those two involved. There is always a third person, a third eye for every condition. This is a confidante, an honest and trustworthy friend who is entitled to give a just and unbiased opinion. Usually, the opinion becomes an eye opener and solves most of the issues. But there is another side. Sometimes the two people who are actually involved in the situation know the reasons for its occurrence. They are the best judge for every action that comes into play. It is for them to summon the circumstance in their own way. The third person could be an honest guide or a very highly experienced counselor but in the end, it all about being human. And its impossible to step into the shoes of another human, you can share t...

Why is it at times you feel so dreaded and lonesome even when you have some twenty people standing by your side. You have everything you can wish for in the world but still it makes you feel so hollow from inside that you crave for a moment to cheer, a hand to hold, a person to listen. Listen to that what you can't put to words, what you just can't express even though how well your communication skills be. The perception is so deeply negated that all you see is ugly truths. A person like me falls an easy prey. The situation fools you around in such a way that you don’t seem to rebel rather simply sleep in the arms of dusk and dream about the unimaginable sorrows. The tenure of such feelings isn’t very long; it varies from a few seconds to a few hours. The impact however is such that it transforms you into a more humane, sensitized mortal. During the transition, the rigidity of mind makes you a stronger victim of vexation and flexibility of heart, a fragile target of misery....