Casual Thoughtfulness!

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...

Religion, by its definition, forms a faith by which we bestow our trust in God, the divine power, to which we all surrender. Sometimes, I find myself in a fix as to what to follow and what to ignore. Being born to the followers of Lord Mahavir, brought up amongst Hindus and Punjabis, fascinated by Islam and studied in a convent with Jesus as the holy Lord. All I have really evaluated from all these religious sects I have lived with, is a strong faith in a mystical power that gives everyone the strength to survive. I haven’t really been a religious person. My perception towards faith differs from that of the mass. A power does exist but it surely doesn’t grant us the daily bread. There is a force that makes us walk towards our wishful thoughts and sometimes even achieve them. We are put to test every now and then and that’s part of life. And of course to effectuate things we work towards them. Religion, on a daily basis, has a minimal part to play. Though I have made some vivid ye...

The title itself may provoke numerous minds, but that’s the whole idea behind writing this post. To awaken those who are still sleeping with imposed facts shielding their thoughts. We were young enough when we first heard about these famous saints who brought the concept of living with the power of smiles. Though blasphemous it appeared, it did manage to gather a million blind followers. No fear keeps me away from criticizing it for I strongly feel against it. The whole concept is to pretend that nothing wrong can happen, maintain your positivity and just turn a deaf ear to you problems. They will either shun by themselves or give up under the power of your so called positivism. Psychologists suggest that optimism does bring about a change in a person’s perception. But this theory of achieving harmony with an exaggerated version of pretentious optimism eventually makes you so hollow that you stop defining your own instincts and powers. For all I ask here is how can you really over...