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Monday, May 24, 2010

Love Thy Oneself....

Palmus Autem Habet Quattuor Digitos...




We know the proportions.We know the genius that was in'vinci'ble,who drew the sculpture to be framed in a circle and a square simultaneously.Human body is a work of a greater genius.when i am writing this,i am marvelling at the coordination between my thoughts,my knowledge of language,my speeding hands over
the keyboard,and my eyes.
                
But i sometimes despise my body.We all do!We love to hate our frame.We perceive our body as a can full of worms, a closet full of unidentified skeletons,a home to myriad restless and uncalled for troublemongering visitors.Our such "accurate" and belittling portrayal of the greatest machine on earth begs a question.Have we fully understood the potential?have we missed the beat?have we rendered the masterpiece to become a distended caricature of itself and banished it to the Air-conditioned hallows wherein its reduced to being nothing more than a mocking souvenier of our neglect and apathy?
                  
When i walk and there`s ample light to create the other blackened "Me",i rave about my existence.I talk to my shadow.My shadow though part of my existence cannot become part of me.It feels envious.And a playful smile makes its debut on my countenance.I know my body is not perfect.But i also love
it.No,i am not having a fit of narcissism.I am just reveling in the knowledge of my lack of knowledge about my torso.Havent seen my back in recent months,havent met the mole that resides on neck,haven`t tended to the gaping gap in my head hair that tell the tale of some stitches on my skin.But all are part.But all are me.But all are what gives me the feeling of "ME".


                              But what if our eyes can see all?what if our back spines were extended to give us flight?What if our body no longer remains a body and becomes a super structure? Wont it be nice to fulfill our fantasies.,to fly ,to capture every moment we see,to breathe in mariana trench ?I also dream.But every morning i am with my normal body,full of injury marks(was a playful kid i was!!),full of saturn rings aroud my tummy(havent excercised in ages!!),with a forehead that is a sweat factory,with a mind that thinks and writes too much!!!
Ya..But i kinda like it,being me..If any person comes to me and asks me,U r ugly ...i would say ..but you are beautiful..atleast that proves my eyes are fine and working.
    
But suddenly just out of curiousity, i ask my ever wondering and thoughtful mind(just cajoling it!!),what if our eyes can record every moment we spend.Every attosecond if be stored in the annuls of our fat spaghetti shaped pair of hemispheres sitting underneath the jungle of pilus,what consequences it will hold for our mundane and continuous lives?My mind is out of its processing power to answer this,as this holds endless possiblities.It will careen our legs,addle our brains ,in short will render the system unstable.If i can see the moment i was born ,wont i be horrified at being seperated from my life support with my mother?If i can see the first time i did wrong to someone,wont i feel pathetic and the first thievery act of mine surely will force me to regurgitate the nice food i just had.On the flipside,It will show me the the beautiful rains,eye-blinding gorgeous sunrises and every other beautiful moments of my life all over again.What i would like to see? the day i recieved my first star in the homework copy?the time i made my parents proud?the time i got my first toygun and when i was happy as a hyena?...Maybe!!! or Maybenot.
                  
 I want to build muscles like Arnold,i like to run like Bolt,i want to swim as phelps does,i want to punch like tyson.Many things i like my physical form to do and achieve.But the illusion of what has been deemed as acceptable and great by our minds is deciphered very cleverly by my heart.I know that beauty lies in not only the eyes of the beholder but also in his thoughts.When i see this world`s running after hazel eyed,fair skinned,sumptuous,long legged,curvacious and sometimes bootylicious damsels,i fear at the insecurity that millions of girls the world over feel.I personally feel that the real world is what we have at our homes,rest is a facade of fake face that this feigning and frightning filled world attempts to hide under the
cover of glamour and the green paper.
                                
They say that this body is a myth,destructible mirage,and the real solace lies in peasing the inner self,viz the soul.But since in our lifetimes,both of them are tied together why not have them as romeo and juliet rather than the Ambani brothers.Our body creates for us hunger,lust,pain...which undoubtedly are the chieftains responsible for most of the world`s unjustness.But it also creates emotions,when we feel pain,we cry..,we share other`s pain,when we feel elevated our pilous seeks attention,when we let our set of 32 shine we infuse a wave of felicity.When we work for the whole day ,sweat dripping profusely,head ringing,muscles all string taut and tired...then when we come home to the welcoming shower,to that steaming cup of coffee,to that smiling faces waiting at our homes,we feel elevated...we feel only bliss...our pains vanished...
PooooF!!!!

Make your body talk ...Make your mind think ...let your soul set free...
lets be proud of ourself... and keep smiling...  

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