I woke up this morning, On a Philosophical note…
Been a while… But i’m getting regular at this irregular form o’ blogging..!
I’m wondering if I should let it pass by just blaming it on my nearly lost concentration span.. Well.. that’s an altogether different issue.
What I want to post today is concerned with the way I woke up this morning – On a Philosophical note..
I’d woken much earlier than usual, this morning.
It is a good thing. I’d been egging myself to do it since a couple o’ weeks now..
But human vice, lethargy, always managed to catch up!!
Anyhow, like I’d mentioned already.. I woke up this morning, on a Philosophical note.
I looked at the time and it said 5.43 a.m.
I wanted to stop the string o’ thoughts that threatened to take o’er my sleep.
However, Thoughts V/S Sleep.. a few nano seconds into the tussle… and Thoughts won the round to make me realize, I’m Awake!
I think.
I’m given the simple choice o’ waking up OR going back to bed. It is the choice I make that defines me at that moment. And in that way, it is simple small things like this, choices I make, that eventually defines me as a person.
All I had to do was choose between a Good habit and a… well… Not-that-Bad-a-habit ..
Well, what the heck?
I chose the ‘Not-that-Bad-a-habit’, turned over and forced shut my eyes… .. only to wake ten minutes later and decide to begin off with my day…
On the bright side, it’d been a while since I’d seen the Sunrise, and I sure didn’t miss it today! :)
This post’s but a simple realization in the wee hours o’ the morning, of ‘one-o’-those-small-things-that-paint-the-big-picture-in-the-end’..
A writer’s dilemma…
well… call it a writer’s dilemma..
else, what would you name a syndrome, where a thousand thoughts are continuously running through your head… you are searching for the perfect inspiration to get back to your used & abused keyboard…
thoughts race.. .. pictures flash… u find a reason… … BUT, its not good enough…….
and then there are the half chewed at drafts…
[yea... somewhere down there.. that's how i'd like to decribe it.... ]
This is what long breaks do to you…
hmm… have i lost it…?? I donnoo…
Am i gonna revive it…??? I want to..
and I thought.. what more can i begin with .. than the ‘writer’s dilemma’…..
only to put myself to some use, and get back to those chewed bits…….
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Troubled Chaos
I’d tell you how it feels like to be suddenly consumed by a violent choking force…
I’d tell you how hard it is to breathe, when you know the whole world’s crashed in your wake…
I’d tell you how my story’s going to change…. How I’ve lost the plot today…
And how I’m not able to bring myself to be picked up from a ragged destiny that awaits…..
My voice’s just tiny….
Nobody wants to listen to me…
Not even my own conscience.
I am troubled.
So deep, that I’m afraid, I’m plunging headlong into it…….
Club 99. Registrations??? ;)
How often do you stop to think of why you are doing what you are doing?
I mean, in one o’ those, thought provoking long term thinking times…
Getting a wee bit confusing here, isn’t it??
Here’s a story…..
We lose our sleep, our happiness, we hurt the people around us; all these as a price for our growing needs and desires.
That’s what joining The 99 Club is all about………”
[Courtesy: Royston.]
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However, closing with this thought…. If man did not join the elite ‘Club 99′, would progress have ever happened ??
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Thank you Roy.
The 2 kinds of people…
This had been a little while back… I’d been riding over to a friend’s place..
On my way, while I’d been stuck in the traffic, my glance fell on this woman..
Call her a tramp, beggar, nomad, anything that you wish…
But there, on the road side, she sat.. under the shade of an overtly less attractive tree.
She was oblivious to the surroundings, the sounds, the blaring horns, the stares…
Lost in her own world, all she was doing was picking at the grass and murmuring to herself..
Looking at her got me thinking for a while.. She looked like she was into her early 40′s. However, that dejected, ‘she’s done with life and things cannot get any different’ expression was there on her face…
This made me think of how her life’s not been fruitful, of how she’d have spent an eternity doing only what she knows best, ‘Begging’, of how insignificant a role she’s played in this world apart from the fact that she’s existed…
This’d only induced me to think of the two different kinds of people who are born to form a part of this world…
One, the kind who are born to lead lives as it flows, letting things be, going through the different processes of life of growing up, education, getting a job, getting married, having kids and going onto dying of old age…
The other, the kind who does about the same thing as the above, but live to live passionately… the kind who’d look at the world with a purpose to contribute to mankind something substantial, or the kind who’d want to make a difference in other people’s lives for their betterment, or the kind who’d not want to give up ever, but keep fighting through every facet….
People more or less fall into these two categories. I’m not saying, the first doesn’t serve any purpose to their existence. They’re definitely here to appreciate the goods or deeds of the second kind…
I exist.
- I did not disappear. It was merely a break to refresh my Nonsensical skills
- Nope, blogs don’t get deleted off with prolonged neglect.
- My scheming skills have sharpened too.
- Time & tide waits for no man. [I have no idea why i just put it in there.]
- Creativity gets vaguer with every effort used to define it.
- I’ve been busy & constructive for most parts of all days. I’ve switched automatically to destructive mode for the other parts.
- My victims have been vandalized non-end. A slow obliteration is my subjective option.
- I still am not intimidated my vampires, do not like cats, think needles are the worst invention, do not believe in the lizards’ superstition and will add onto this more when I begin collecting my thoughts holistically.
- I haven’t learnt to swim, move salsa, karate chop or even dangle onto the edge of a building while I balance an egg at the tip of my nose during this inconspicuous period.
- And i had to write that my cell’s dictionary doesn’t have the spelling of ‘mango’ in it. [discovered long time ago though]
I’m Back!!!!!
