Casual Thoughtfulness!

We live in a society so deeply conglomerated, that every second person belongs to a different community, caste, color, creed, etc. We still share the same belongingness, and the fellowship continues. Gradually, these beliefs are inculcated in each one of us as we grow. And over the time they become so overrated that it becomes hard to distinguish whether we are the blind followers or sane submitters. “Overrated” and overvalued convictions propel the emotional quotient to an extent that results in either over-compliance or over-defiance (extremes). The fanatics can never come to consensus until the “Over” bit is sliced and fenced off. Talking about the exaggeration, there is always a tempest in the teapot; something invariably descried, especially in a democratic, secular, discrete and yet integrated Country like ours. Everything that exists is overrated; to begin with patriotism, relationships, societal responsibilities, politics, business, education, fashion, sports, bollywood, ...

Every silence has a sound, there vests a meaning behind tranquility. Silence as I may have felt in the recent times, I would like to put it as the “Mute Speech Act”. Despite the negligible intensity of sound in its speech, it is still heard, not by the ears but by the rest of the senses. Being human is a difficult task, with all the sensory nerves continuously talking in their own language. Eyes speak to the eyes; touch reacts to touch; likewise, every sense responds in its appropriate fashion.  When the mind or the heart does the talking, and when words fall short, it’s the silence that speaks. The unusual awkwardness that silence creates forms the basis of understanding the language of silence. It is the quietness that prolongs and eventually delves into a form of expression. This is the cognition why at times we really do not need words to define the conviction. Call it the sixth sense or the instinct; we always comprehend what is being said during the phase of reticence. ...

While cleaning one of my cupboards, I just found this interesting piece, something which I had written in 2003. I was taken aback by the innocence that existed. To my surprise, in these 7 years, the meaning of life has totally changed. Still somethings always stay close to the heart. Though kiddish, i am too eager to share this bit.. :) --- "Tiff and Tango" They praise me for what I am Admire the great friend in me Inspired by my love and affection So head over heals in love with my friendship Expect favors from me and make me expect even more Bless me and wish the best for me [1] Suddenly, the cupid’s arrow strikes Someone perfect has just knocked the door, right! They fall in love and life sings mellifluously And the inseparable pal is forgotten awfully Here the tiff between 'love' and 'friend' embarks The former is godlike and latter blown to dark Its the dear friend, has to understand [2] Blessings brighten, as silence remains golden ...