What if i am powerless to write a blog ?
The day my hands are hacked off,the day my eyes are impaled,the day my brain is addled...that day i wont be able to write anymore.
What a beautiful nightmare that would be.Only that i am not the one on the good books here.I would stare in the abyssmal depths of my incongruous mind that would never return the favour.My thoughts though will be there somewhere playing hide n seek with me,luring me to have them escribed.But that condition would be bliss.No expectations,no anticipations,no feedbacks...just me and only me.
The Shangri-La of my dreams constitutes of a place where everything is understood,my emotions,my desires and are expeditiously fulfilled.No praying to a higher force,no cribbing about luck,no fueding with wrongdoers,the only thing one would be doing is revel.The Pair of pennons when flapped would take you soaring to the acme.The earth`s crust immense heat would tingle you.A wonderla when comes to you unsolicited,you wont do anything.
United thoughts,undifferentiated efforts,seamless acts that would transcend the ordinary are ingrained in having no life.
Life itself spells trouble.
L->liabilities
I->injustice
F->(un)fairness
E-> Expectations
Lifeless forms are the happiest.Or rather are non-existent to be bothered about it.I wonder if i happen to be able to talk to a mountain,home to myriad species of life forms,what is would resonate in its thoughts?Agnoy on being standing still since ages?Pain at bearing so much on its countenance?Anger at being forced to spit fury from time to time?
Or it would be a blank sheet?An understood emotion?And how would i feel to be made a star which just shines?Our outward thought process is governed by the intake of emotions from outside.Just imagine if nobody had told us what is the meaning of victory.When we would have understood the term from.The power to feel,care and reciprocate if completely taken from you would just make you the most powerful.Its a paradox!Those who seek power are the ones who dont have it.Those who seek love are the ones who are kept deprived ofit.Those who spend their lifetimes trying to earn more are those who dont know the power of 1 rupee well spent.We are at a great disadvantage.God tricked us.He made us only human.
But as i was saying if i was given a privilege of getting rid of all my 5/6/7 senses(god knows how many i have!),i would not be able to write.That can be a good news for many readers who would be spared of my clappertrap.I sincerely believe in simplicity,the lesser complexity,the better.The lesser number of thoughts going around the better.I would appreciate if there`s a chip that formats my brains memory of all the garbage details.
I wonder why i run away from me.Something about me is decaying.That must be the feeling that overpowers the female fraternity when decide to take a hike instead and miss me.Though i am aware of my troubles,i am most reluctant to make an effort to solve them.But there are anchors.They hold me,they make me stay afloat,they keep me sane.
What power i wield ?My hands are not my servants.They have mind of their own.They write when they feel,they speed over the QWERTY,they flourish through the paragraphs.I dont have any hold over my senses,its the other way around.With additional amputations my power wont diminish,it cant.But what i can get is freedom from the liability of having to fake the power.
I never learned the art of becoming a fierce competitor.Just watered down player may be but never a threat,never an opposition to be counted.I have denied myself.And others.But as this blog is going haywire and is ideal time for closing it,i declare closing of the chapter of conservatism of my life.
WHEN I WILL BE POWERLESS AND THOUGHTLESS IN THE TRUEST SENSE, I WOULD BE THE HAPPIEST PERSON...
The day my hands are hacked off,the day my eyes are impaled,the day my brain is addled...that day i wont be able to write anymore.
What a beautiful nightmare that would be.Only that i am not the one on the good books here.I would stare in the abyssmal depths of my incongruous mind that would never return the favour.My thoughts though will be there somewhere playing hide n seek with me,luring me to have them escribed.But that condition would be bliss.No expectations,no anticipations,no feedbacks...just me and only me.
The Shangri-La of my dreams constitutes of a place where everything is understood,my emotions,my desires and are expeditiously fulfilled.No praying to a higher force,no cribbing about luck,no fueding with wrongdoers,the only thing one would be doing is revel.The Pair of pennons when flapped would take you soaring to the acme.The earth`s crust immense heat would tingle you.A wonderla when comes to you unsolicited,you wont do anything.
United thoughts,undifferentiated efforts,seamless acts that would transcend the ordinary are ingrained in having no life.
Life itself spells trouble.
L->liabilities
I->injustice
F->(un)fairness
E-> Expectations
Lifeless forms are the happiest.Or rather are non-existent to be bothered about it.I wonder if i happen to be able to talk to a mountain,home to myriad species of life forms,what is would resonate in its thoughts?Agnoy on being standing still since ages?Pain at bearing so much on its countenance?Anger at being forced to spit fury from time to time?
Or it would be a blank sheet?An understood emotion?And how would i feel to be made a star which just shines?Our outward thought process is governed by the intake of emotions from outside.Just imagine if nobody had told us what is the meaning of victory.When we would have understood the term from.The power to feel,care and reciprocate if completely taken from you would just make you the most powerful.Its a paradox!Those who seek power are the ones who dont have it.Those who seek love are the ones who are kept deprived ofit.Those who spend their lifetimes trying to earn more are those who dont know the power of 1 rupee well spent.We are at a great disadvantage.God tricked us.He made us only human.
But as i was saying if i was given a privilege of getting rid of all my 5/6/7 senses(god knows how many i have!),i would not be able to write.That can be a good news for many readers who would be spared of my clappertrap.I sincerely believe in simplicity,the lesser complexity,the better.The lesser number of thoughts going around the better.I would appreciate if there`s a chip that formats my brains memory of all the garbage details.
I wonder why i run away from me.Something about me is decaying.That must be the feeling that overpowers the female fraternity when decide to take a hike instead and miss me.Though i am aware of my troubles,i am most reluctant to make an effort to solve them.But there are anchors.They hold me,they make me stay afloat,they keep me sane.
What power i wield ?My hands are not my servants.They have mind of their own.They write when they feel,they speed over the QWERTY,they flourish through the paragraphs.I dont have any hold over my senses,its the other way around.With additional amputations my power wont diminish,it cant.But what i can get is freedom from the liability of having to fake the power.
I never learned the art of becoming a fierce competitor.Just watered down player may be but never a threat,never an opposition to be counted.I have denied myself.And others.But as this blog is going haywire and is ideal time for closing it,i declare closing of the chapter of conservatism of my life.
WHEN I WILL BE POWERLESS AND THOUGHTLESS IN THE TRUEST SENSE, I WOULD BE THE HAPPIEST PERSON...
Great writing..
ReplyDeleteNice usage of vocabulary.
Thanks MR R Garg
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