~ Reflections ~

udaan bharne ki koshish sabhi karte hai kuch pankho ke saaath, aur kuch apne hauslo se par udne mae mazaa tabhi aata hai jab lage na darr, neechae aane se

So what are the different sources of energy that come to your mind...  Petrol , Gas , Nuclear Fission , Fusion , Photoelectric.... Here's a new source.. Words..  They can propel your thought.. Move you to action...  Make you realize your potential.. and if the push (read words) is strong enough, then ensure action :) They can hold your thoughts and build your potential... break the dam of patience and result in a flood...

Every thought, every emotion , every action has its own lifecycle... From the initial kisk.. to the euphoria & the heat to accomplish.. to the joy of fulfilment... to the satisfaction that the needful has been done... to the emptiness that nothing is left to do..  till we find something new again to kick start the whole process again :)

I like keeping it simple... or atleast that' s what I've tried so far... Then why do I suddenly feel like I'm complicating it for myself...  Maybe because life became to mundane, and its time for some change...

"... the quality of men who are selected by these modern democratic methods of adult franchise gradually deteriorates because of lack of thinking and the noise of propaganda... He [the voter] reacts to sound and to the din, he reacts to repetition and he produces either a dictator or a dumb politician who is insensitive..." This is what Nehru had to say about the Indian Democratic System when the Indian system was being created....and to think the description is even more apt today, where we have politicians & citizens who lack the passion that existed in those days.. Jinhe Naaz hai Hind par wo Kahaa hai.. Kahaa hai kahaa hai kahaa hai  !!!

We are all like Sponges... soaking up what we see / hear and assimilate around us... but every sponge has its capacity to absorb.. So till we dry up or throw out some of the stuff we've got inside... we'll stop soaking it up... " Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments.  " ~ Marcel Proust

Thought... rumination... Beauty... reflection... Feelings... emotion... Dreams.. ambition..

2 girls... nonchalantly chewing gum... casually dressed in jeans and t-shirt... could have been anyone... who's to tell the difference... the fact that it was the middle of the night (don't we all haunt the streets of Delhi at odd hours)..  or that they were with a pimp.. made me feel insecure... sad....

Ever watered plants in the summer heat...  Not only is it a satisfying experience (because the plants suddenly seem alive ! ), the smell of wet mud is intoxicating. It somehow isn't important whether the plants thanked me in words.. what I gave led to the satisfaction, that of good use, and that's all that matters.

Ayn Rand's world of perfect competition is one in which I'd love to live in.... where everything is as per my capability and capacity, the fruit I get it what I've earnt..  and I have no family to satisfy... and I have absolute health... no worry of diseases (I'm not talking about a diseased thought though)..

We all have the tendency to blame our parentage for most things.. for our habits, opinions, things we do wrong... We do learn quite a lot from our parents, but then blaming it all on them, and simply passing the buck (for not doing something the right way) is just escapism.. Its about time (considering we've spent about a quater of a century on this planet) that we stake claim to our actions and doings.

The fastest judgements we make are about others. And the ones we accept the slowest are about ourselves. So by the time we realise the judgement is right, more often than not, we've already made the mistake again. No wonder they say that History repeats itself :) :)

We are all like onions... We need to peel the layers, to finally reach the core... But we weep so much in the process, that we give up midway...

The basis of everything in life seems to be Exchange... A favour for another.. some help for some more... Give and take...  Maybe I'm stupid... to think that its not about what you give or take.. its just what you wish to do... unconditional.. without compulsion or guilt...

There is something about the human touch that's reassuring.. Maybe because that's our first tryst with reality.. the touch of our parents..Or our first understanding of support... holding your finger I walk.. So whenever I'm afraid.. I need assure.. I try to reach out.. for that warm touch....

Life is a funny thing... atleast most of the times.. We get what we don't want, Not what we expect.. Love the ideal, Miss the real... See what we want to, And ignore what we have... And then, on one of those depressing nights, regret doing it all..

We all see good times... and witness some bad times too... As long as we are not the subject of all this emotional seesaw, we seem to handle it well... But unfortunately, the true test, which most of us fail, is the way we handle it all... It's not about whether those tears finally trickle down your cheek after you reach the finish line.. or that you simply shrug your shoulders without any change... It's about how you were through the race, if you can call it that..  whether you can be happy, with others, even though the fruit is still forbidden... and face it all without finding faults.. My only conclusion is this.. Adversity shows us the worst.. only to bring out the best.. if we really try :)

We like walls.. barriers.. boundaries... Not for others benefit , but our own.. Not that anyone would cross them.. But so that our thoughts don't cross them... And then we open a small window.. For those special few... Without realising, that the window will open you to all...

We all work.. and like to be rewarded when we feel we've done something worthy of appraisal. But what happens when you see the same reward being given to a mediocre performance and one which was par excellence. I guess we all need to learn to refuse... not just what we don't deserve.. but also when mediocrity is rewarded in the same breath and with equal gaiety as good work.

I actually got inspired by a blog-post I read.. so here's an attempt at a different form of expression... just humour me.. Beauty... seen through other's eyes.. Vision.. seen through my own... Wind.. blowing in my face.. Rain.. beating against it... Things... with names.. Relationships.. without... Secrets.. bottled up inside.. Truth.. staring at me.. Structured thoughts... randomly expressed.. My life.. an oxymoron...