Casual Thoughtfulness!

Life can’t be more stressful than what it is right now.   Anyway, having spent a couple of months all by myself, I have some huge confessions to make. The biggest I believe is, your life is what you choose it to be. Nobody likes to invite troubles and there are some fools who walk into them. Whilst, revelations evolved, realizations followed and I am a changed man altogether. These were times of true test of strengths and capabilities. If I could hold on to myself without reaching that level of insanity, I would be safe enough to be exposed to the society. And well, to my surprise I nailed it. Just to clarify, my insanity levels fell short of a few clicks resuming me back to that sane category. No matter how crazy I may have been, I continue to be a social animal. A sigh or relief – I care the least. Speaking of which, I rather like to talk less now. The blabber in me has some how gone lazy. A realization - I don’t always have to put my thoughts across. It is okay to gi...

So I usually call my self a happy go lucky soul full of emotions for family and friends. But then I never expect anyone to respond back to me with those same feelings. A typical scorpion trait, probably, I don’t care what others feel about me, I go by what I feel for them. Now it’s been a while I haven’t been with those who are so important to me. I had had my turns of cravings and terrible miseries of being away from home. And now here is the time to meet them all. To begin my journey of meeting the who’s who of my life, I gathered small gifts for everyone who matters. And precisely, at this stage I am loaded in debt, yet that excitement of being with all is so enormous that I might end up shedding a tear or two out of joy. Now this is what happiness is to me. With the essence of social media and high-end connectivity, I have all the ways to express my excitement. I am aware that many would take that as an overdone expression. People do that all the time. I won’t be the fir...

When a rather unusual event leaves a regretful mark on our actions, it becomes a part of our rationale. It isn’t about a single frame of event; it is relatively a sequenced exposure of our responsiveness. I guess that is what you call growth in terms of life. Experience, maturity, it doesn’t come to you without jumping into that well of horrors. Of breaking things, losing things, when you realize the fairy tale days are so over.   They never existed. Words of wisdom may be a bit more than we realized their count, but honestly, it doesn’t matter until you bang your own head into the girth. Everyday, I see a dash of a young innocent soul dying in me. It is forbidden to carry it along as I cross my milestones. I often feel sorry for losing on that but it never hurts that much now. And that’s what I quote as my journey of unsuccessful paraphernalia. Wherein, the pain of regret ceases, potential of acceptance is at the crest and you learn to overlook your own despicable shadow. ...

In a hideous attempt to turn things around I met the mirror that reflected a riddled soul, which still remained unsolved. An overhyped culture of forgiving and forgetting made me realize an ugly truth of forbearance. It is very easy to draw the conclusion after every experiment. What we do not do is list down the sequence of events and compare the observations ourselves. Instead, what we do is leave that aside as someone else’s job. My take on this may not be a finalized judgment but a failed affluence that reverts back to the so-called self-righteous shadow. It is so rich that it engulfs that which could bring about a change. It is a matter of convenience. When I would want the bird to entertain me, I would love its chirping and when I would want silence, I would curse its melody.   We have been doing this for ages. Mood swings, turn things around, but never allow us to reach the journey’s end.   How I wish I had refuted my own persona and accepted that retort downright...

How often do we muse on those incidents and teachings that give us a lesson for life? Wisdom gathered from here and there and making it stick on forever. And seldom do we thank those fellows for bringing light to those hidden adages. I clearly remember that day; it was rather uneventfully consequential day of my life. A father figure told me to make the most of the choices that come my way. Having said that, he emphasized, “Communication is the key”. Those words, still ring in my ears. In that short span, right in that moment it became a phrase associated with me for good. But then I never looked back and thanked him. I never realized how he managed to guide me for the rest of my life. If I now brood on, thirty years seem full of teachings by those god-sent men (at least for that moment). And I wonder how many such people helped me be what I am today. I am so sure; we all must have learnt something or the other even from tiny little needle to that n bristled toothbrush....

I have always insisted on release of anger, letting go of those feelings that bind you, hold you in abeyance. Seldom do people realize, how important it is to move on in life. The whole crux of life is learning and moving on, marching to wisdom. Different people formulate different meaning to it. To some it means perfecting the imperfect, to a few it is changing what ought to be changed, and to the rest it is a plain way of going with the flow. Perfection, bound to the family of discipline, is often overdramatized. Imagine a world with all perfect trees, a single height and number of leaves, with each leaf of a particular shape and size, pointing in a single direction! Absurd! Flustered! Yes, it is that imperfection of things that make them acceptable at large. Nature in itself teaches us this very simple phenomenon. The key is to move on once you have procured the state of perfection, once you have learnt the art of attaining the resultant. The next step is to ...

Amidst the darkness I smeared like a river It was cold and I was alone Yet I resisted the shiver Did I forget thy road to recover? Indeed! So profound was my vision I ran away from malice and awry What I saw elicited derision I could not find solace in my own secret place Oh come on!! Sing along Sing me that old song Let the bells ring Let the music play Drag me to the mist Undone me from skipped tryst Rebel! Rebel! Shouted the monk He was angry, he was furious It was the pain of walking along He could not sing, he could not dance He could not even raise the palm He had his own regrets and qualms! Plunge! Plunge! Said the frog Come float with me in this rain Leave behind those heavy logs Think besides being insane or sane You have to let go all that pain! Take off! Take off! Cried the hen I left the farms to take a flight I ditched those greedy men Here, I came to the world of delight Like the feathers of my tail, Ain...