Casual Thoughtfulness!

Often we find a similar trend in two people conjoining for a nuptial bliss or even before, while they are betrothed or termed as a couple. A major segment of the mind revolves around the likings and disliking of the partner. The brain is shielded by the partner’s perception and the actions are thereby stemmed accordingly. I would be too prejudiced to call this as self-ignorance but I do feel that somehow the influence of one of the two is so strong that it overshadows the other’s psychology. I have always been a very equality conscious person. Never made attempts to let anyone down or show things off, irrespective of the biases that exist. And with this uncanny and random observation I was flustered. Rather panic stricken on knowing the impact on the persona, creating imbalance unintentionally. The usual targets are the petty things when there is always an explicit expression of strong liking and disliking to which the other easily concedes. The impression is intense enough to mak...

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 ...

This is in continuation to the previous post, as I am still not over with the Delhi and Mumbai syndrome. Since the voyage between Delhi and Mumbai was pretty quick, there was an obvious comparison that boggled my mind at all times. We all belong to the same roots, similar beliefs, and very consistent needs. Though the demarcation of ones society is definitely laid and this distinction segregates us from the rest. More so, every city has its trend to follow, contrasts ought to subsist. Mumbaikars, I found them far more hardworking and honest as compared to our hi-fi delhiites. No offence to them, but truth prevails. North Indians have always been very snooty and pompous. Being one, I guess I don’t regret this bit. I figured distinction in each and every thing that existed. The taste for music, cuisines, the limit to expenses. Punjabi hip-hop and pop beats rule the charts here in Delhi, it is the melodious bollywood music and other soothing marathi rythms that are preferred in Mu...

It was quite an interesting month of May for me. It started on the usual note of laziness within, slowly it progressed and I ended up being a psychotic reader for the following 2 weeks. It wasn’t all over when I was still busy searching and buying new books, having sleepless nights. ‘Shit’ and ‘Wit’ happened all through. The end was though marked by one of my favourite activities – Travel. All in all I would say an extremely captivating and fascinating month, which I actually lived. Not going any further with the details, I am here to share a tiny experience of my short, exhaustive yet engrossing trip to the two most incredible cities of INDIA – Mumbai and New Delhi. For these two cities, I have been an enthusiastic guest because I normally end up visiting them once or twice a year. Thanks to a huge number of kith and kins, that I get to enjoy the luxuries of these cities. My outlook for these two cities was very different this time. It wasn’t the picturesque framing or the nicetie...

As life proceeds, prolific situations and incidents get tagged along. Some are good some are bad; you yearn to relive some of them while for others you just wish had not happened. Since life is very unpredictable for each one of us, it does leave us astonished on how things take a U-turn without any forewarning. Meanwhile we struggle to fortify ourselves to cope with the changing trends, it becomes inevitable to surrender to those unfathomable phenomenon. Rigidity evolves with in, endorsing the deliberate notions. This indeed hits us so hard that we actually forget the truth of living the life that we really deserve to live. We refuse to perceive beyond, something that is hidden - the ballad of the wounded soul. Its mellifluous voice goes unheard and ignored. The ignominy of being forgotten shatters the only hope that ever persisted. The cluelessness about the distressed psyche is the only reason that perturbs the stability of our thoughts. For every peccadillo, we tend to agonize ...